This Boy.....

I'm not sure how I got so lucky to have this boy be mine.

He is funny and smart---yet tries my patience in ways I never imagined.

He is thoughtful and loving---but sometimes throws tantrums I can't begin to control.

He is stubborn beyond belief--but surprises me with his kindness almost daily.

I love this boy.

He has an obsession, to say the least, with Cars.

His collection grows weekly, but I'm trying to put a limit to it.

He knows each character and what lines they say from the movie.

Everyday he asks me if we can buy "Flo."

I'm trying to turn his wants and desires to add to his collection into a teaching opportunity.

He has a jar he is trying to fill up with cotton balls.

When he's good, and goes to bed alone at night, we put a ball in.

Let's just say the jar isn't very full yet.

It's adorable to watch him play and re-enact each scene from the movie.

"Wreck, shoot, I'm the world's best backwards driver...."

I don't even know how many times a day I attach Lightning to Mater's hook.

Last week he was sick. Sicker than he has ever been. We laid on the couch for 5 days and watched Cars 45 times. No joke. He knows the lines really well now!

I had to take care of my little patient and get him everything he wanted, which included, gatorade, milk, water, pretzels, popcorn from Target and yogurt. All at the same time.

Good thing he bulked up, because he was so sick and had such horrible sores in his mouth, he didn't eat for 5 days.

Jack has really been struggling at his daycare, and I've debated in my mind so many times whether I should change or not. I feel like his life is so inconsistent and he is juggled around so much, that going to the babysitter was the most stable and consistent thing for him.

Then she informed me that she thinks something is wrong with him and that he needs counseling, because is having a lot of "accidents" at her house.

I left in tears.

Counseling, for a two year old?

I immediately called the hospital daycare to see if they had any openings.

Luckily they did.

Monday was his first day there. I was worried and stressed all day about how he would do in a new place and if he would have any "accidents."

When I arrived to pick him, he didn't want to leave the playground and come home.

I hesitantly walked up to his teacher to get his daily report, and she proceeded to tell me how much they loved him and what a great day he had.

She asked me if I was aware that he knew all his letters, numbers and colors.

Uhm, yeah lady, I am his Mom.

Then she said she even went back to the secretary and asked if he was in the wrong class because he was acting so mature.

Nope, he is in the right class.

She said he was such a joy and a great addition to the class.

I left in tears, again.

This time for a much different reason, obviously.

It was so refreshing to have such a positive response from them,

and to have my thoughts about my sweet boy reaffirmed.

I think his new daycare will be such a good move for he and I,

and I can't wait to see more positive changes in our future!
I love this boy.