Yesterday morning I was running around getting ready for work. Running late as usual with a million things to do. Cooper was watching Thomas and my husband and Sawyer were still in bed. The house was quiet and dark…one of my favorite times of the day.
I ran through the living room and Cooper saw me, pointed to the TV and smiled. He grabbed my hand and led me to the couch. He patted where he wanted me to sit and then snuggled in next to me. He then covered us with a blanket. He even pointed to the TV and laughed as something funny happened and then turned my head so I could see it. I guess I was too busy staring at him.
I was flooded with emotion. This kid is going to be the death of me. I swear. He has this laugh. I can’t even explain it. It’s so infectious. And when he’s on…he so on. I sat there for 10 minutes and I prayed for strength.
I feel like I am in a relationship with someone with an addictive personality. When he is happy I am walking on air. When he is on a bad streak I don’t sleep. All my other relationships go to shit. I sleep a lot. I hide. And then we wake up one morning and he’s back. And I’m showering and doing my hair and exercising. Talk about a damn roller coaster.
I am thinking this weekend was just a fluke though because I got yet another awesome daycare report yesterday. Cooper played Frisbee with a big group of kids for over an hour. I melted at that one. He also ate 3 bowls of Chicken-Ala-King…with a utensil. OMG. She said he was fake crying the whole time about using the spoon but it was so adorable. I am so glad she pushes him. It’s hard to do it all on our own.