Adventures in Rachel-land

I had a whole post planned for today on my 'almost three year old'. However, I would like to put that off for a day and instead focus on why my son has lost his mind. He 2 and 10 months and has gone from being a charming EASY child to a whining monster. And none of it makes sense or can be watched out for. I left the bedroom before him and that is cause for panicked screaming about me leaving him. I pick him up, tell him to take a breath and we move on. I gave him the round bread instead of the square bread and that is cause to sink to the floor screaming and crying. I pick him up, tell him to take a breath and the screaming continues. I send him to his quiet spot on the stairs. Now, the stairs come down right into the very open kitchen/living space. He is not being isolated. He can see me. This causes a screaming meltdown. I sit beside him, we talk about it, we move on. I take a BITE, one bite, of my bread and he starts to scream. I ask him whats wr...

You stood beside me in the rain this morning. Your fingers were warm in mine, your feet were splashing in the puddles of our driveway. I showed you how to tilt your head back to catch the rain in your mouth. And as we stood there, in the summer light, the look of joy on your face is something I'd like to remember forever. I won't. Life and busyness and the new discoveries we make together will replace this memory. But for now, I choose to cling to that moment. Cling to the moment where we threw our heads back and took in everything the day had to offer. Together.