Hurtful Hugs Update

We had music class yesterday and made it through without too many problems. I was all over my boy like flies on, well you get the point. Ryan ran toward baby girl twice and I intervened. He knew Mommy meant business. He did end up hugging baby boy one time, and I had to remove his hands. I figure it was less hugs than last week so we are making progress. Not to mention that since we have been repeatedly listening to the music cd at home, he was very attentive during class. He sat in my lap, wanted to dance with me, played instruments, and clapped. He got very sad when the teacher told the kids we were singing the goodbye song. I thought he was going to break down. I have never seen such a sad face complete with a lip quiver from my little guy. It nearly broke my heart. For the record, the two other moms thought it was so sad that he was upset about class being over. In a strange way, I think Ryan scored points with his pouty face. Needless to say after helping the teacher clean up and giving her hugs, he was ready to leave. I was happy to get out of there with no major incidents!

Hurtful Hugs

Ryan started a new music class. Today was his first day. For the majority of the class time he ran around, hung on a ballet bar, tried to pull the speakers down, and rarely paid any attention to the teacher. Since I am a control freak of a parent, this drove me crazy, not to mention the fact that I was completely embarrassed! The class was small, three kids total. The two other moms knew one another and their kids were the same age, just under a year old. Ryan is in a crazy hugging phase where he will hug anyone and everyone. Although it looks sweet at first, his hug turns into a crazy WWF takedown. The little girl was his first victim. She was sitting so sweetly. Ryan bent over to hug her... cute until he knocked her over backward down to the hard floor of the dance studio. Never fear because I was near! I saw this happening before it actually took place. I was able to rush over and place my hand beneath the little girl's head saving her from what would have been a hard hit. Then I just felt horrible, apologized profusely to the other mom, made Ryan apologize and told him to be very gentle with the baby. Finally class was over, not a moment too soon. But Ryan was not done! The other child in class was a little boy who had watched Ryan act up during class. He was trying to hang from the same ballet bar that Ryan was hanging from. Ryan saw this as his grand opportunity for a hug. He hugs the little boy, and I rush over in case it takes a bad turn, which it did. I was trying to pull Ryan off the little boy, which made him hold on tighter. Then my little wrestler wraps his legs around the waist of this poor little boy who is still holding onto the ballet bar! I don't know how he let go, but finally he did, or maybe I am blocking it out of my memory. I, then, apologized to that mom and had Ryan apologize to the boy. The poor boy looked like he did not know what just happened, but he was not happy. As I was gathering my belongings to leave, exhausted and thoroughly embarrassed, I overheard the two other moms talk about getting lunch together. Any guesses as to what their lunch conversation was about? To top it off, they asked the teacher if the class met at any other times. Ryan did not make a good first impression, guess those moms won't be asking us to lunch any time soon!

Mama, Mommy, Mom

I was so happy when Ryan started calling me mommy. I don't know why it means so much to me, probably because sometimes it feels surreal that I am somebody's mommy. When Ryan first started to call me anything it was mama. Shortly after I became mommy. It is always so sweet to hear him call for me, "Mommy!" Now he is very close to two years old and exhibiting 2 year old behavior. A few weeks ago I was at a mommy and me workout class, and Ryan was in the stroller waiting for me to finish stretching and let him out. He was getting impatient, which I understood. He started calling me, "Mommy, Mommy, Mommy." I kept telling him hold on I'm almost done. Then my very sweet almost two year old yells, "Mommy, MOM, MOM, MOM!" I looked at him and said in my very serious mommy voice," I am mommy, call me mommy, I am not mom!" I mean seriously! I know one day I will be mom, and I accept that, but since he is still one I would like him to stay young and sweet and still call me mommy. I don't think this is too much to ask for. Apparently I made a huge deal out of him not calling me mom that one time, which he thinks is funny. Now if I don't answer him right away when he calls me mommy, then he yells MOM as loud as he can! Oh boy, the next year is going to be so much fun!

The Perfect Picture

I'm trying to find









the perfect picture









for my sweet boy's










2nd birthday party invitations!









Ah! Here it is!!! :)