London Calling

He’s just passionate

London loves so much that sometimes he can’t express all of his feelings and he just wants to hold you so close.  Last summer, he went through a phase where he held me tight and bit my arm.  I had bruises up both arms.

This week, one of London’s teachers told me that he was grabbing his friends’ cheeks so hard that he was hurting them.  She knew that he didn’t mean to hurt them, but he did.  He was in time out and then they had to remove him from the classroom.

Poor little guy.  All that love.

Sing-Song Toddler

A few weeks ago, something wonderful happened.  London started singing.  And I must admit, it is the most beautiful music that I’ve ever heard. 

It was a school night and we were getting ready for bed late – as usual these days.  I turned out his light and grabbed his blanket and then he said those words that just melt my resolve:  Mommy’s bed?  Oh, okay.  Just for a little while.  Because, honestly, I’m so tired from the day that I go to bed around 8:30/9:00 these days too.

He cuddled up next to me and started singing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.  (Except he misses the “Little” part.)  Simply beautiful.

Now he has started singing in the car and prefers to make his own music instead of listening to the radio.  I can’t help but smile when I hear him.

Sorry, it’s been a while

I’ve been running, running for the last few weeks and haven’t taken a second to catch my breath.  With London joining my commute – and the horrible Edens construction project – life has taken a turn.  Now instead of just finding a sitter to cover the hour or two Barry works out in the evening, I need to figure out if my mom has off work and can pick London up from school or if he should stay home with Barry.  At least I had six weeks or so of getting used to taking London to school before I had to turn into a logistics manager.

So sad, when the days of an hour plus commute seems dreamy.