Yesterday Donovan, Petey and I got locked out of the house at 9:15 in our jammies and sock feet. So we hung out and played at the neighbors house until Tom came home from work to rescue us. Tom then worked from home the rest of the day and Donovan decided to help him.
In other exciting news Donovan got his first hockey stick last night. For the past few days Donovan has been dragging around a wiffle ball bat and trying to hit balls on the ground with it. We thought it would be great to get him a kid hockey stick or golf club so that he could hit the balls a little easier and at first we thought we could get it for him for Christmas but then we decided he needed a hockey stick now. So we got him one from Target and he loves it. He can say "Hockey" so clearly and this morning when we woke up and went to the family room that was the first thing he grabbed and said "Hockey" of course. These are some pictures from last night when we were playing hockey.
Looking like quite the pro.
Still going back to the old, trusty bat every once in a while.
Also, yesterday marked the first time Donovan got put in time out. Not the first time he should have been, but the first time I actually did it. After getting home from Target last night I had the mail in my hands and his bunny and blanket and Donovan decided to run into the street even after I told him to stop. Then he proceeded to run down the middle of the street so I grabbed him and drug him to the side of the street where he proceeded to sit down. So I picked him up, with my full hands, and he grabbed the mail and threw it all over the street. So I took him inside and put him in his crib and left him for about a minute. He of course cried the whole time, and when I went to get him I tried to make him say "Sorry" told him we do not go in the street and then that I loved him. As soon as I put him down he was over it. We have to think of what to do about time outs from here on out because there really isn't any great place to put him to make him sit and even if we did there is no way he will stay there. So the crib seems like the no brainer but I want him to like his crib, not think of it as a punishment. So we will see.
In big brother news Donovan looks like he will be a great one. Last Sunday our friends Kris and Lynn brought their 5 month old daughter Penelope over. Donovan was very gentle with her, touching the side of her face very nicely. Penelope likes to pull up her dress so Donovan got to see her belly button, which he is currently obsessed with so he poked that a few times and told us all about it and thought it was great. Then later when Lynn was burping Penelope after she drank some milk Donovan came over and helped pat her on the back. So sweet. Hopefully the novelty does not wear off when the baby never leaves.
One last note, Donovan has been talking about his "owies" a lot lately. His owies are usually on his legs or hands and are so tiny you can barely see them, but adjust your eyes and sure enough there is a little scab or scrape there. Last night laying in bed Tom said to me "Donovan's owies are the size of three molecules" and I burst out laughing. Between my husbands non-standard way of measurement (may I remind you of his "three pennies width" measurement from long ago) and my son's tiny owies it is just too much. It was good because it was a laugh I really needed.
Ok and on one last, last note I found out last night that my college friend Josh's 2 year old son that has been battling leukemia only has a few days left here on earth. Nothing makes you both sadder (for that family), and thankful (for your own family's health) at the same time. So last night was a sad time for me, thinking about what they are and have been going through for the last 7 months. I told Tom I just wanted to get Donovan out of bed and have him sleep with us that night so we could be near him, and breath in his smell and just be near the person that is our whole world. Well this morning Donovan was up and crying really early and Tom got him back to sleep before he left for work but then at 6:40 he was crying again. So I got him out of bed and brought him in bed with me, fingers crossed he would sleep since I haven't tried that in probably 4 months and it hasn't worked in about 10. He slept like an angel. On my chest for the first 20 min and then the rest cuddled up next to me until 8:05. Then he woke up so happy. It was just what I needed after being so sad. I just pray that Lucas and his parents get to have some quality time like that before he goes to a better place.
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