This year has definetly been different. Sean, not only woke an hour early he tagged on an extra 30 minutes for good measure. (Good thing too, I had forgotten what 20 to 5 in the morning was like). Thankfully, he stayed up only long enough to eat and was satisfied to go back to bed for another hour, bless his little heart!
Today at church for the first time we found Sean in tears when we picked him up from the Nursery. Poor guy! He was crying to beat the band so I asked what had happened. This was also the first time that Marko and I weren't the first parents in there. Sean saw all his little friends leave before his slack parents finally showed up for him. I sat down with him in the rocking chair and asked his forgiveness for taking so very long coming down those stairs, and would a nice bottle of formula make it up to him? He was very obliging and quietly sniffled and slurpped his bottle right up. He was happy to play and enjoy the rest of the day, guess it couldn't have been that bad.
Which brings us to this evening's big event, Sean and I had the most awful misfortune to conk our heads together! Oh, how that hurt. As I gripped my forehead in pain, Sean howled! I quickly scopped him up in my arms and hugged him like crazy. I knew that my head was killing me and I had seen it coming, I can only imagine how hurt he felt. Luckily Sean isn't one to hold on to his hurt for very long. After a few more sniffles, he went right back to playing with one of our pillows. What a guy!
"Look Mommy, I can juggle!!"