good bye 2011

Happy Christmas. Happy Hanukkah. Merry Winter Solstice. Happy New Year.

Merry Everything.

Blessed be you as I have been.

Biting

9:14 a.m. and I have already been bit on the thigh by my almost-three-year-old. Ouch.

I put him in time-out. And he laughs. He laughs at his punishment.

I am completely frustrated. I can't help but think, "what would my mom have done?" She would have smacked my bottom. In the past I have spanked, but I can't do it anymore. I always feel terrible afterwards.

So what am I supposed to do? Biting back feels wrong.

So sick of being bit. Ugh.

Consul 1

I am sitting in a room that has a small table, a few chairs and a phone. The sign above it says consul 1. I am full of anxiety. My Eric. My precious wild boy.

The surgeon already came in to told me Eric did great. I think this waiting in silence is the hardest part.

In the "induction" room I helped him put his gown on, I held his hand. I watched his beautiful eyes close in sleep just as they did 8 years ago when he was my baby.

And he will always be my baby. And he will be fine.

They removed a preauricular pit. A totally common occurance.

I am going to baby the hell out of him.