interlude one....

it broke my heart. there sat my son in his highchair, at the dinner table. he was trying to tell us something, but since he's two we're all struggling with the speaking of english.

he'd say something heartfelt, that i just couldn't quite catch - so sincere it hurt. and then he'd get a little more upset, and repeat it. near the end he was in tears, he was trying so hard to get it across. and then he changed his tactic - since we obviously weren't getting what he was telling us, he switched to his bedtime routine where he says goodnight to his animals.

he was so tired, he wanted to go to bed at 6pm. i had to explain it was too early. he ate dinner, and sat quietly through the wiggles, and had his shower, and was watching his pre-bedtime program. partway through this particular dvd (richard scarry's best mother goose rhymes) they do a version of little boy blue. at the line "under the haystack, fast asleep" he burst into tears.

we paused the dvd and asked if it was time to go to bed. i don't think i ever saw a kid move so fast. his answer was to run upstairs to his bedroom at full tilt, and jump under the covers.

i have days where i know how that feels.