My little, big guy started VPK last Monday. He loves it and loves his two teachers. From Monday-Thursday he walked right in with no problems. Thursday evening I explained that he had one more day of school then he would be with us for two days before going back. His response was, "I don't like that. I want to be at school." However, Friday came around and the reality of having to go 5 days of the week started sinking in. He didn't want me to leave, asked if I would stay. His teacher had to take him. Today, well, today he was ready to go.... until we got to his room. I had to peel him off of me. I tried talking, tried getting away really fast, but he was right behind me! Needless to say the teacher had to get him, again. I'm hoping this stops soon! I look in the little window after leaving to check on him and he's absolutely fine once I'm gone, but it just breaks my heart!
Last night my four year old went on what he believes to be his first "date". We'll call her "R", her parents are friends of ours and she's four years older than our little man, GG. GG had been in "love" with her since he met her - I'm talking, "Mom do my hair before "R" gets here so I can look like a cool guy." Yeah, he has it bad! He was very excited that we were picking her up to go to a movie with us. Then the panic sat in... he wanted to give her a flower, but didn't have a flower to give her. Mommie to the rescue! I made a small bouquet for him. Nothing fancy, but it was good enough!
We went to see Hotel Transylvania 3: Summer Vacation which didn't disappoint. It was very cute and the kids enjoyed it.
As of 9:28 we have a 4-year-old.
4 years. How has it been that long!?! How are you 4 years old already, GG???
God placed you in my life and in my arms that day 4 years ago and I’m so thankful that He let you stay with us. You had my heart before you even took your first breath. I know that I’ve never done anything in my life to deserve YOU, just as I’ve done nothing to deserve God’s ultimate sacrifice and forgiveness and I will be thankful my entire life for YOU, our miracle.
You are smart - the smartest little "big" boy I know. You understand so much and the things you don't "get" just yet you strive to understand until you do. You are kind and compassionate, loving and caring - you love saying "I love you" and giving hugs and kisses. You are stubborn - you know what you want and you don’t let anything hold you back. You are handsome - the most beautiful little boy I’ve seen in my entire life. You have such an amazingly sarcastic sense of humor - a perfect mix between mommie and daddy.
YOU are my heart. I would walk through fire for you. The day you were born was the day that I began to fully live. I am so proud of the little "big" boy that you have become and so excited to see the bigger boy you will grow into. It breaks my heart when you talk about getting bigger and being as big as daddy because I know that that day will come so much sooner than I'm prepared for, but I know that we are raising a man that will be so much more than even we can imagine.
Before you were born, this was (and will always be) my prayer for you:
“God, I pray that Gregory is independent, that he is a leader among men. I pray for integrity. I pray that he has a heart for YOU and a heart for others, that he would help those in need. That he would stand up for his beliefs. I pray that he would also stand up for those that cannot do so for themselves. That he would be kind, gentle, loving and firm. Lord, I pray for his happiness. I pray that he does mighty and wondrous things in Your name.” I will never be able to express to you just how much my love for you is! I love you as much as the sky and more. I love you to the moon and back x infinity!!
All my love,
This week I took GG, my toddler (yes, I still have a few months that I can call him that, so I'm doing it as much as possible!), had his first non-melt-down haircut. He's almost 4 and I've taken him to two salons, once when he was over one and another about 9 months later. They were disasters. He would meltdown as soon as hair touched his skin. My husband and I decided we would just keep doing his hair at home. Not that he reacts any differently at home, he has Sensory Processing Disorder which I've written about previously, and the hair touching his skin is a huge meltdown trigger.
For a few weeks now he's wanted a "cool" guy haircut that he picked out. I'm not going to lie, thinking about taking him to have his hair done instantly put knots in my stomach. Would I be paying for another half haircut again? I was nervous and didn't have a clue where to take him. I posted a status and asked for suggestions to hair stylists that had experience with children on the spectrum.
Finally the day came that he really wanted it done - THAT day - this past Tuesday. We left our Chiropractor appointments and I noticed a kid's hair salon unfortunately it wasn't open for business yet. I said a little prayer for God to send me to where I needed to go for my son. Immediately I felt like I knew where to go.
We get there and a gentleman takes us back. GG gets on the chair, gets a cape and is done with it. He tells me he's scared. We talk a little and he wants to leave. Okay, we tried, right!?! The guy tells us to come back if he changes his mind. Outside there's a bench that I have GG sit on. I kneel down and we talk about why he was scared. I explained to him that the guy was a "hair doctor" and knew what he was doing. After a few minutes he decided that he wanted to try again.
The gentleman, Mac, and I talked to him through the entire process. Mac took the cape off and brushed GG anytime hair got on him. He let GG hold the brush and use it, he let him spray me with the water bottle. He did whatever GG needed of him and while it took longer than a typical haircut, we got it done! My very brave little toddler morphed into a big boy right in front of my eyes. I was so thankful and so proud that I almost cried.
Things like this remind me. Yes, my little one is going to have a harder time at some things, BUT he's brave, strong willed and oh so very smart. Even though things may be harder for him at times or may take longer, he will always beat the odds.
Hello! I'm Diona. I am a wife and mother. You may notice I post a lot about motherhood, it's a huge part of who I am!
I love essential oils, Starbucks, hot tea, going to the zoo, being at the beach, traveling (any and everywhere), and having lengthy discussions - I'm a big time talker once you get me going.
I can see the beauty in a mud puddle. I love anything creative and artsy - crocheting, sewing, painting, drawing, graphic design and web design, you name it, I probably do it!
Aside from Housewives In The City I am also a full time photographer with a few other small jobs on the side.