Your Old Lovey 8-1-06

Your Old Lovey

The other night, after Jonathan had read Landon his story and I had tucked him in and said prayers, Landon asked, "Where is my Elmo?" Thankfully, he was nearby so I picked him up off of the floor and handed him to Landon. Whereby Landon replied, "I missed him, he is my best friend!" I thought that was so precious! And, I have to say that it caused a small twinge of desire in me to drive over to my mom's house, go into my old room, open my closet, rummage through the top shelf of "keepsakes" and find my old blanket and Moufy (a mouse with this affectionate name). I remember the comfort those objects used to bring me in my young age, but it has been years and years since I have looked at them, held them, smelled them...or really even remembered that they existed. But for a few years of my life, quite a long time ago now, they were my favorite things in the whole world, and to have them near brought comfort and security and happiness, second to none.

Ok, so blatant honesty time: Last night Jonathan and I had a disagreement. Not a shouting fest or anything like that, but a disagreement of sorts. Ok, and it was during dinner, so obviously in front of Landon. During it, and after it, he asked me numerous times why Daddy and I were talking mean. Umm....can I just say that was like an arrow in my heart. My parents divorced when I was three. Yes, I remember hearing their fights...usually at night right after I went to bed. Granted, their fights were a little louder than ours was last night, but regardless, hearing him say this made me feel a million feelings that I never wanted to feel. Moral: while I think that there is some merit in teaching your children the art of disagreement (that it does occur from time to time and that it can be worked out), I don't think that it should be done over dinner directly in front of your two year old. So after it was over, we of course apologized (something I am finding myself having to do a lot lately), and took him on a nice family walk. But I still feel badly...

Two nights this past week we took Landon to Lake Michigan. He has always loved the beach, but this week has taken a serious love for the water. The waves were of good size and all he wanted to do was be in them, jump them, fly through the water with Daddy, and be a fish. It was so cute....and so grown up. I love the beach in the evening. I think it is my favorite time...and maybe my favorite place too.

This morning I woke up to Landon sitting in the living room with his Curious George books spread out all over the place. He had his stuffed bear, monkey, and Elmo sitting around him in a circle and was "reading" them his books. One word: precious.

Well, I don't have a very interesting life right now. This entire week was spent at home bc of Landon's sickness. And yes, he still has the cough. My only outing was to Meijer (three times this week bc it is a grocery store and I don't feel guilty for buying groceries...only about everything else  ) This weekend looks promising though...we shall see.