So in the space of a week, all of a sudden, our son has forgotten how to entertain himself. His daddy and I are his universe and all he wants to do is hang with us. Who can blame him? The other day, he was almost literally up my butt. He was walking around behind me holding on to the seat of my pants. He follows me into the bathroom. Any sort of loud or unfamiliar noise scares him. It's weird. He is also talking....a lot. Sometimes I think I understand what he is saying and other times he will basically say an entire paragraph and I have no clue. It's like Russian or that language they speak when you get your toes done. For all I know, he is calling me a looser or quoting Shakespeare. He also has to be constantly entertained. Any trip longer than five minutes in the car now results in a screaming hissy fit. The only thing that calms him down is if I sing Old Macdonald. You would not believe how may different animals I have had to come up with to keep that song going. Do camels make a sound?
All of these things are just another day in this roller coaster called parenthood. When he is happy, I feel like the best mother ever. When he isn't, I think I need to call CPS on myself. It's scary but it's also a great ride!
Tomorrow night we are going to Cleburne for something called the Whistlestop Christmas. There will be a parade and lots of lights. Who knows what joys the night will bring. I will keep you posted.
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