Ah, my boy. I am like an alcoholic with him. I can never spend enough time with him. When I wake up and see that beautiful face next to me, it's like a high. When I'm away from him, I feel sad and incomplete and all I want is to hold him. I'll take this addiction any day.
He's 1. HE'S ONE! How did that happen???? I feel like the past year has been the fastest of my life. I am behind in almost every aspect of daily living. My house is cluttered beyond belief. My desk drawers are cluttered beyond belief. I wear pony tails more often than not. It's all ok. It may not be for everyone, but it is for me.
Today, this happened:
Why is this a big deal? Why does it make me giggle? Why did I not scold him?
Because he can do it. He can crawl to the toilet, pull up, and toss in a toy. I never had the chance to scold Olivia for putting things in the toilet. I never had to pull her down off the side of a piece of furniture. I never had to stop her from dumping out the dog's water bowl. Emory hasn't done anything dangerous yet. He hasn't done anything that could be a bad habit. He's simply exploring his world. I applaud it! I applaud him!
People who have never had a child with special needs do not understand this. I get chided for not telling him "no". I have a beautiful, healthy, curious TODDLER. I will let him toddle and flush the toilet as many times as he likes until I can't pay the water bill. (That happened, too, this morning). He also rolled off the toilet paper. Oh, well....
I'll leave you with a couple of pictures of this beautiful boy.
Could you tell him 'no'? I thought not.