March 2008 Archives

Each day even better than the previous

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I remember someone telling me this right after Aves was born. I didn't think this was possible but it is. We've had a couple great weekends in a row. This past weekend we spoiled the little man immensely. We bought a giant play kitchen for him. The thing showed up at our house in two big boxes on Saturday.  We waited until he went to bed to unpack it and get it together.  I'm not sure who was more excited about it: me or him.

When he woke up on Sunday, Michelle did the diaper changing while I got the camera. When he walked out to the living room his only response was "Ooh, ooh, ooh!" as he pointed at it. He immediately dug into playing. He could move things form the drawer to the cabinet and back again all day long.

The other thing we got him was a small leather chair. He crawls up on it, sits down, then climbs down. I'm not sure if he realizes it's a chair rather than a climbing toy.

I really don't care as long as he is giggling.
It seems that in times of stress I always come to needing an anchor to maintain my sanity. It seems that the journal has served this purpose well. I bet if you go back and look at the history of entries you will find many dead spots in the timeline. (mind you, I have not gone back to look) I would suspect that the posts start up during a hectic/stressful time. I think I just need an outlet for this stress. It also seems that I strive to find ways to relax. During these times I also find myself watching more TV, playing more video games, etc. It feels as if I get more enjoyment out of these during stressful times.
 
I'm not sure if it is because I'm trying to avoid the stress or release it through these activities. I think the activities release teh stress overall. The best thing to cut through all the stress is having Aves come running over to me and give me a hug. Unfortunately, this is not always possible when I have class until late at night. But this cuts both ways, it is so much harder when all he wants is his mom and his response to me is " Go away, Daddy." Most time when this happens I can easily write it off as the boy being a toddler but it sucks even more wehn all I want is his hugs.