Wednesday, January 03, 2007

I am on to something...


I got a LOT of feedback on that last post. Wow. I have learned that many little boys are stinkers (shocker) and that they grow out of it. Preschool will be a good thing here and I am on the mend. It is amazing what a little sleep can do.

Lest you think that it is all doom and gloom around here...tonight (after not eating his dinner but bouncing it off the wall and on to the floor instead--while I was on the phone.....blast the phone....) I had some sweet minutes with the boy. We read books and sang songs and he snuggled and was very tender and sweet with me (not his usual M.O.). I need to carve those times out more often, especially for this kid that is in trouble so much of the time.

All the cycles of life, huh?

Thanks for all the great stories and the support. I really appreciate it. Just being able to laugh at the funny things that YOUR kids did helped (and I know that it wasn't funny at the time, like the honey and saltines in the carpet....). Go to Ana's blog (Watch out for Mamma) if you want to read a bit more about it. She answered some really good questions for me. Also, a big thanks for not making the leap (not to me anyway) of the "drug baby" excuse. I got that verbally today, but I am glad that none of my blog friends/face friends automatically go to that place. All of your kids (some of the them white and not adopted) did the same things. :-) You are the best...

13 comments:

Suzie Petunia said...
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Suzie Petunia said...

Hooray for the sweet moments that make motherhood all worth it! I LIVE for those! You're doing a great job, bek. I wish he could come over and play with Oscar.

compulsive writer said...

I'm late chiming in here because frankly your last post left me speechless. Im pretty tolerant of lots of things and I try very hard not to ever let things matter more than people, but the "Jacob with the blue pen" incident would have sent me over the edge. Walls and furniture I didn't love would've been manageable, but messing with someone else's stash from Santa would've been beyond my limit. I couldn't help, however, just adoring those sweet photos you posted along with your sad story and I knew all would be well.

(Not to mention I keep hearing Lisa's voice chiming in saying, "You'll have the best stories." That's what I tried to tell myself last night as I was driving my minivan, chasing after my daughter as she was running away from home around 9pm last night--in the dark--and kept turning around every time I turned around to follow her in her latest direction. She ended up at the home of one of the most dysfunctional families I have ever met for "sanctuary." Thanks, dear, I'm completely flattered that you would rather live with them than live with me.)

In any case, I think you're awesome and I'm glad things are looking up.

Bek said...

Wow...a daughter that is running away from home. That is worse. You are also right that things aren't as important as people and I have had lots of practice with this one... but I was just annoyed that he bypassed the crappy gap diaper bag and the old church bag to color in favor of the new one. Oh well, he has taste right?

I hope all goes well with your daughter. That is a tricky one. I also loved seeing you the other day. I didn't get to talk to you as much as I wanted to, but it was fun to share eggplant with you!!!
R

Julie said...

My SIL's nephew peed down the heater vent the other day. Lovely.

When I was about three, I got my 2-year-old brother out of bed to go downstairs. My mom had a second kitchen in the basement with lots of bags of flour stored there. We got into the flour and poured who knows how many of the 25-pound bags onto the floor. She was vacuuming up flour dust for years and years afterwards because it got into the furnace vents.

chou-chou said...

Like 'compulsive writer', I'm late in commenting because I was trying to figure out something positive to say after reading the last post. I'm not yet a mom, so I don't have any stories to share (although I'm quite confident that my kid will do the same or WORSE... yikes).

When I read about his destruction of your Kate Spade, I just wanted to cry.

And, of course, none of that matters at all compared to that gorgeous sweet boy of yours.

Kudos to you for your very stellar attitude about the whole thing!

tracy m said...

We love you too.

Leisha said...

He's beautiful, and those sweet moments keep our hearts soft! They are such Curious George's at that age.

Bek said...

Lisha is right, my son is a Curious George... that says it all. I would rather have a sweet but unbelievably destructive child than a malicious one.....

The Kate Spade would have been ruined eventually. THey all do. That is why I don't get attached and that is also why I don't let the kids in my room. That is where the GOOD stuff is!! :-)

Ana said...

I am so glad!! Hold onto those sweet moments!

Haley said...

You know, it seems like you just have to give those little stinkers positive attention, (which is really what they want) and TRY TRY TRY not to lose it! Super cute pics!

Christy said...

That's too bad when people go all "drug baby" on you. Caleb wasn't a drug baby but people ask me if he was-like it's their business. They also figure he's autistic because of something his birthmother did. ANYWAY...

It's great you have such a good attitude about the destruction. May blue marker on a Kate Spade bag be the "in" look for 2007!

liz said...

omigosh bek i wish I had kept up reading blogs on vacation. I think every day of the 2 weeks I felt exactly like your prior post. But I had an audience. ;-)

My son colored my mother-in-law's walls with marker and took a moment to get the door knob, too. The pretzel you wrote about made me smirk- so detailed.

i have to agree with what all mothers tell me as well- IT'S BOYS! Busy boys, maybe our boys are just figuring things out at a higher rate so that's why they move faster?