SEE? I'm not the only one........

I read this blog article and about fell off my couch laughing. I'd write my own original version excepting this gal puts it so perfectly and those of you that know me who have to keep talking.....and talking......and talking......and cussing at me to pick up the dang phone on the answering machine.........sniff.....it's nice to know I'm not the only PHONE FREAK out there!!!

Behind locked doors

Every once in awhile (and it is rare) clarity comes to Levi and then just as quickly it is gone. It is as if he is somewhere behind a locked door and every once in a blue moon a tiny window opens and then it is quickly slammed shut.

I know that in the past I've talked about what a roller coaster life is with Levi. The good......the bad......and then the good again. The grieving process that happens time and time again......when will it ever end..........

This morning Levi was having a tough time. He didn't want to get ready for school. One second he is happy and telling me he is ready to get dressed, the next second he is stomping off to his room slamming his door telling me he doesn't want to go to school or get dressed.

The best way to handle his melt downs is to ignore them. I just tell him that is fine, let me know when you're ready, and walk away. Reverse psychology. Typically in a minute or two he comes out all smiles ready to proceed with what ever task I've asked him to do.

This morning he was taking an especially long time in his room yelling and smacking things against the wall. His baby brother went in and started to talk to him. I've no idea what either said excepting I could hear that they were conversing and Levi still sounded upset.

I went into his room and found Levi in his bed with the covers pulled up and around himself. I sat down next to him and saw that he had tears in his eyes. When Levi is belligerent like this he doesn't normally cry, in fact, unless he is hurt (and with his high pain tolerance you know he is REALLY hurt), he hardly ever cries. Today he had tears in his eyes which immediately concerned me. I asked him what was wrong and in perfect clarity for a moment a window opened and he said, "I'm mad at you mom". I asked him why and he replied, "because I'm different".........

My gut felt like a fist had just slammed into it. I just sat there staring at Levi. My one consolation has been, "at least he doesn't know he is different, he is happy because he doesn't know any differently........."

The window slammed closed and the clarity I saw on Levi's face was gone. I asked him if he wanted me to hold him. He said, "yes". As I held him I asked him what different was and he said, "may flag"......the moment had obviously passed.

Once again I feel like the rug has been ripped out from under me. Levi is off at school now but the mamma in me wants to have him here in my arms rocking him back and forth, back and forth, soothing him.....except I think I am the one that needs to be rocked because he is behind his locked door again.....or is he.......does he now know that he is different?

Levi and Clinton

Here he is. Several of you have asked how Levi did this past weekend. He did awesome. I had a really enjoyable time with him. We sat in the bleachers from 9:00 in the morning until 6:00 in the evening and narry a problem. There was the occasional diaper change and a few moments of boredom but I had my big "Mary Poppins" bag of activities for him.





Clinton was a good sport. These photo's were taken after day two. He was done and trying to hide back away from the public but obnoxious ol' me "I'm like a bad rash that won't go away" as Clinton would say.......he didn't......but it is something he'd say.......and I'm sure was thinking......when he saw me.........as I said, he was a good sport and took these photo's quickly with Levi.

I just want the box!

These here boots are called Johnny Poppers.



Are they not the dag nab cutest things you ever saw?



These boots are little John Deere boots and I want some only see here?




They don't come in my size. I know cuz I tried. Drazilla and Anastasia have nothing on me. I squished and shoved and twisted but danged if I couldn't get my big fat foot into these boots. Sooo, I had to get Levi a pair so I could live vicariously through him.



Besides, all I wanted was the box. How come big fat big people shoes don't come in really cool boxes that you can make into a barn I'd like to know........

We're back.......and I'm exhausted already........

More later.....maybe tomorrow.....maybe the next........you never know with me.......I'll report on our trip and show you the picture of Levi sitting on Clinton's lap. I'll give you all the in's and out's of our weekend......when I have time to download all of the photo's and get my thoughts in order......ouch.....that could take awhile. In the meantime, were you all good? Anything juicy happen whilst I was away that you can't bear to keep to yourselves any longer?

Yesterday my baby decided he wanted to sit on the twirlet. (Baby jargon for toilet.) Now, I've been around the block a time or two with my older punks so I knew not to get excited and think that potty training is in my babies immediate future. It just doesn't happen that way.

So, knowing that this was just a "I want you to know I'm still in control mom and I'm gonna make you think you're in control but in fact I am cuz I aint gonna actually go in the potty" situation I played along and perched my baby on the edge of the twirlet.

He sat there for awhile jabbering away about this that and the other and then looked at me and said, "it's not coming out". I asked him where "it" was and he pointed at his belly button and said, "it's in dere". I told him to push "it" out. He pushed his belly button and said, "it's not working"!

Darned malfunctioned button. I wonder if there is a warranty on it........mine seems to have the opposite problem. I think the button is stuck half way so "it" is always leaking......

Blogcation

Suitcases are packed.......we're ready to go!



See this punk?



He's kind of obsessed with this guy. Clinton Anderson........



See what I mean? So, since Clinton is going to be in town....well.....reletively speaking...in country rural living terms.........Levi and I are headed down to Hurricane to spend the weekend getting Levi's fill of Clinton.

In the meantime, y'all be good. Mind your p's and q's and if anything juicy happens while I'm gone hold onto it until I get back! Cuz you know me......I just go bout my way mindin' my own business......sniff! Talk to y'alls when I get back!

After two days............

this..........turned into




85 pints of this........