Tuesday, March 15
Sunday, March 13
So if you know me and have known me for a while you will completely understand the irony of the fact that I find it adorable that Dylan was so eager to be outside helping Dustin today with…raking leaves. There will come a day in the not-so-distant future that Dylan will be required to help with this task, but for today he was outside for hours helping with what he could.
Those of you who don’t know the background of this story…my parents live in a great, rare, neighborhood in Mesquite. It is a HUGE (and by huge I mean close to an acre) – huge by Mesquite/Dallas County standards – and they have HUGE old tress to accompany it. We moved there when I was about 11, maybe 12, and I remember it was October because we went trick-or-treating soon after and found that we were the only kids on our street. Anyway, that is completely regardless other than the fact that it was fall, and fall means that the leaves were fallong off the trees. (Here is the tie-in) So from that fall on, me and my brothers were required to rake ALL of that HUGE lot. numerous times because different types of trees lose their leaves at different times. I loathed it more than you can imagine, and declared that when I got my own house I would NEVER EVER EVER rake leaves again. Well…guess what…I don’t rake leaves, but I do find it adorable that my son (for the time being) actually WANTS to!
So, he was working his little heart out with his adorable chameleon boots and I couldn’t help but take some pictures.
Friday, March 11
There is also that fact that Dylan has been easy schmeezy almost from day one (technically about 9 months) but through all the changes that he has faced in his short life he usually handles them with ease, and that isn't to say he hasn't spent his fair share of time in 'time-out' but typically it isn't for being disobedient, but more because he has a tendency to cry at the drop of a hat. So he's easy, almost too easy. He helps pick up this things, takes his plate and cup to the sink, stays at school all day with a tear being shed, I could go on-and-on....BUT I am not guaranteed another easy schmeezy child. That is scary. So my prayers here lately have consisted of praying for Miles, his health, my health, his future, our ability to raise him in a loving home, etc....I've added the "Lord, please give me another easy schmeezy child." - I know it doesn't work that way. Well aware. I know that I will love this child to the greatest extent possible regardless of if he hits, punches, pinches, kicks everything from here on out (like he is already doing inside of me), but...I'm so USED to my easy sweet Dylan.
Maybe, I sound like a bad Mom, I'm not sure. But I think it is normal to fear the unknown (too bad I can't go back to the ignorance is bliss mentality on this one), the only thing I have known for the past 4 1/2 years is Dylan, so on that note we are going to spend this spring break hanging out, mostly just him and I, and I'm going to soak up every precious moment that we have left of it being just him and I. And come July when Miles makes his appearance and I fall in love all over again I know that my fears will be calmed. So in this uncharted territory for me...I'm officially a worrier. (Thanks Mom) :)