Sunday, April 18, 2010
Ice Cream Love
We had a GREAT weekend! Enjoying some ice cream tonight outside really was the "cherry on top" of two wonderful days spent together. We went swimming, ate a meal everyday outside on the deck, enjoyed the beautiful weather with lots of play time, went to a rugby tournament with friends, played with a new Lego set (that he absolutely LOVES!) and spent lots of quality time together as a family. Oh how I love Saturdays and Sundays with my boys!
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Potty Talk
These notable quotables of Anthony's questions were just too good to pass up.
A few weeks ago Anthony and I were in a public restroom. I have now learned to let him go to the bathroom first and then I will have just enough time to go while he's pulling up his underwear and pants if I keep him talking and distracted. (Yes, I learned this the hard way. I'm sorry to the countless strangers who got the full surprise...)
The conversation went something like this:
A: How many times mom do I have to tell you to push down your penis?
Me: Anthony, mommy doesn't have a penis.
Of course he immediately gets a puzzled look on his face and forgoes pulling up anything so he can go in for a closer inspection.
A: Well what do you have? How do you go potty?
Do I tell him the truth?
Can I really use the v word with him?
After more questions and a face getting even closer to inspect I decide to tell him the truth.
Me: Anthony, mommy doesn't have a penis. I have a vagina.
A: (Nice and LOUD) A GINA? WHAT'S A GINA?
Of course the question didn't stop there. It continued while we washed our hands and headed back to the waiting room. Lovely.
Fast forward to this morning and there's another potty story that has me laughing hours after the fact.
Once again we were in the bathroom. Privacy is something that was thrown out the window years ago. If I tell him I need some privacy he typically will shut the door and then it will be the three of us (not Mark --- Zoey) in the bathroom. However, this is much better than his past practice of sitting on my lap every time I would go to the bathroom. So it comes to no surprise that once again the three of us were in the bathroom this morning and inspector Anthony was ready to work.
As I was washing my hands I could see that Anthony was very concerned and had a question on his mind. I could see he was really thinking about this and trying to figure out how it was even possible. Then with complete seriousness he asked me, "Mom, why did your poop melt?"
Oh! For! Funny!
Clearly he's too young to understand words like:
Ulcerative Colitis
Chronic illness
Removal of colon
Construction of J-Pouch
Restricted diet
So I just smiled and laughed and started another day of being The Inspector's mommy.
A few weeks ago Anthony and I were in a public restroom. I have now learned to let him go to the bathroom first and then I will have just enough time to go while he's pulling up his underwear and pants if I keep him talking and distracted. (Yes, I learned this the hard way. I'm sorry to the countless strangers who got the full surprise...)
The conversation went something like this:
A: How many times mom do I have to tell you to push down your penis?
Me: Anthony, mommy doesn't have a penis.
Of course he immediately gets a puzzled look on his face and forgoes pulling up anything so he can go in for a closer inspection.
A: Well what do you have? How do you go potty?
Do I tell him the truth?
Can I really use the v word with him?
After more questions and a face getting even closer to inspect I decide to tell him the truth.
Me: Anthony, mommy doesn't have a penis. I have a vagina.
A: (Nice and LOUD) A GINA? WHAT'S A GINA?
Of course the question didn't stop there. It continued while we washed our hands and headed back to the waiting room. Lovely.
Fast forward to this morning and there's another potty story that has me laughing hours after the fact.
Once again we were in the bathroom. Privacy is something that was thrown out the window years ago. If I tell him I need some privacy he typically will shut the door and then it will be the three of us (not Mark --- Zoey) in the bathroom. However, this is much better than his past practice of sitting on my lap every time I would go to the bathroom. So it comes to no surprise that once again the three of us were in the bathroom this morning and inspector Anthony was ready to work.
As I was washing my hands I could see that Anthony was very concerned and had a question on his mind. I could see he was really thinking about this and trying to figure out how it was even possible. Then with complete seriousness he asked me, "Mom, why did your poop melt?"
Oh! For! Funny!
Clearly he's too young to understand words like:
Ulcerative Colitis
Chronic illness
Removal of colon
Construction of J-Pouch
Restricted diet
So I just smiled and laughed and started another day of being The Inspector's mommy.
Monday, April 12, 2010
Be our village
Tonight I feel a bit defeated and overwhelmingly sad.
My heart aches for our child.
As we continue to push forward I feel like other forces push us back.
The Past continues to haunt and hinder;
it's presence lurks in our home.
The pain oozes out of him in an onslaught of verbal and physical actions.
I believe in the power of prayer and that God's love can conquer all.
Therefore I remain hopeful and work towards defying the odds.
I know, though, we cannot do this alone.
It does take a village to raise a child, to work with a family and weather the storms of life.
Right now we need that kind of support.
Please pray.
My heart aches for our child.
As we continue to push forward I feel like other forces push us back.
The Past continues to haunt and hinder;
it's presence lurks in our home.
The pain oozes out of him in an onslaught of verbal and physical actions.
I believe in the power of prayer and that God's love can conquer all.
Therefore I remain hopeful and work towards defying the odds.
I know, though, we cannot do this alone.
It does take a village to raise a child, to work with a family and weather the storms of life.
Right now we need that kind of support.
Please pray.
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Unbreaking a Heart
I realize that our therapists, the authors of various books and blog tidbits I have been reading are right. Mark and I really are Anthony's best therapists; his best chance for getting over his hurt and creating a new belief system regarding his life.
His behavior was disastrous from the moment I picked him up from daycare. He had an awful day full of being mean to others and several time-outs. When I got there he hit a kid a couple of times and I had to carry him to the van kicking, hitting and screaming once again. When we got home we rocked and had some milk. He was still full of anger and was very rigid; he refused to cuddle, wiped off all kisses and was still hitting. Finally he calmed down and became quiet. He then said the words that I know I will never forget.
He turned and looked at me in such an innocent, sad way saying,
"Mama, you said you didn't want me."
What?!
How is this possible?
Why would he ever even think or say this?
What have I done or said to make him believe I wouldn't want him?
Doesn't he know how much I love him; how much I think of him and pray for him everyday; how I only want the very best for him throughout his entire life?
Am I giving enough?
Am I doing the right thing therapy-wise to help him?
Can he feel my love?
Of course the tears came immediately for me as well as kisses and so many reassurances. For the first time since coming home he finally relaxed. His body melted into mine and he let me hold him tight and give him endless kisses, which I did gladly.
The questions, doubts and worries haven't stopped since then. I hope we can make it through these next nine weeks so summer can get here. I want days upon days with my son right now. I want to go for walks, swing at the park, play with play-doh and do all of the others things that mommies and sons do together. While we read books, go to swimming lessons and watch Mickey Mouse Clubhouse together I pray that he will continue to tear down his mountain of hurt and let all of my mommy love come in and touch his bruised heart.
Most importantly, I never want him to think or believe ever again that I didn't/don't want him. Waiting and wanting our beautiful son is all I (we) did for years. There's nothing I could want more than him.
His behavior was disastrous from the moment I picked him up from daycare. He had an awful day full of being mean to others and several time-outs. When I got there he hit a kid a couple of times and I had to carry him to the van kicking, hitting and screaming once again. When we got home we rocked and had some milk. He was still full of anger and was very rigid; he refused to cuddle, wiped off all kisses and was still hitting. Finally he calmed down and became quiet. He then said the words that I know I will never forget.
He turned and looked at me in such an innocent, sad way saying,
"Mama, you said you didn't want me."
What?!
How is this possible?
Why would he ever even think or say this?
What have I done or said to make him believe I wouldn't want him?
Doesn't he know how much I love him; how much I think of him and pray for him everyday; how I only want the very best for him throughout his entire life?
Am I giving enough?
Am I doing the right thing therapy-wise to help him?
Can he feel my love?
Of course the tears came immediately for me as well as kisses and so many reassurances. For the first time since coming home he finally relaxed. His body melted into mine and he let me hold him tight and give him endless kisses, which I did gladly.
The questions, doubts and worries haven't stopped since then. I hope we can make it through these next nine weeks so summer can get here. I want days upon days with my son right now. I want to go for walks, swing at the park, play with play-doh and do all of the others things that mommies and sons do together. While we read books, go to swimming lessons and watch Mickey Mouse Clubhouse together I pray that he will continue to tear down his mountain of hurt and let all of my mommy love come in and touch his bruised heart.
Most importantly, I never want him to think or believe ever again that I didn't/don't want him. Waiting and wanting our beautiful son is all I (we) did for years. There's nothing I could want more than him.
Goggle Love
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Mother Nature: The Best Show Around!
The unmistakable signs of spring are starting to transform our backyard, which leaves me a bit giddy in anticipation. I love watching the trees starting to bloom, feel the weather getting warmer and spending more of our time outdoors enjoying Mother Nature's endless adventure.
This past week Anthony and I were able to spend our spring break together, which was such a delightful change to the usual work week. We played with cars, went hunting for a moose downstairs, read lots of books and spent the whole time just being together. It really was a great week. I'm looking forward to starting the final quarter of the school year tomorrow, watching the colors slowly creep back into our neighborhood and inch closer to a summer filled with lots of mommy and son time.
Hoppy Easter
Grandma Kaffee and her boys
We had a great Easter this year and really enjoyed our time with our families. On Friday we celebrated at my parent's house while on Saturday we traveled to Chisholm to celebrate at Great-Grandma Jean's house. Anthony did so well up north (a definite and wonderful change from the last two trips) and really enjoyed his time with his favorite people. A highlight for him would be getting lots of grandma time in, going to a movie (and eating lots of popcorn) as well as playing with Jocie.
In true Tonja fashion I didn't take out my camera as much as I should have. While we were in Chisholm I realized I spent more time chatting with Mark's aunts, uncles and cousins instead of taking photos of everything. I guess that's what happens when you haven't gotten a chance to see each other in awhile.
As the day comes to an end I feel so thankful to be surround by such wonderful family. We certainly are blessed and loved.
Hoppy Easter everyone!
In true Tonja fashion I didn't take out my camera as much as I should have. While we were in Chisholm I realized I spent more time chatting with Mark's aunts, uncles and cousins instead of taking photos of everything. I guess that's what happens when you haven't gotten a chance to see each other in awhile.
As the day comes to an end I feel so thankful to be surround by such wonderful family. We certainly are blessed and loved.
Hoppy Easter everyone!
The Eggs are going to DIE?!
On Friday Anthony colored Easter eggs without the help of the dreaded and scary bunny (aka Auntie Manda). Before beginning, though, he was very concerned that the eggs needed to DIE. Luckily, Uncle Air-wick was able to relieve his worries and DYE Easter eggs with him in a new and fun way.
The Little Monster Goes Hunting
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