Thursday, July 2, 2015


I'll be the first to admit that I'm not loving this age. Since about 1.5, we have been dealing with a 36-inch tall tyrant. You could not ration with him. He was steadfast in his beliefs. Jon and I spent a lot of nights questioning everything we were doing and wondering where we were going wrong. "Elden" could very well be next to the definition of "stubborn" in the dictionary. He could push our buttons better than anyone and it took a lot of restraint not to smack him on the daily.

But lately? Lately I'm seeing little glimmers of that sweet 10-month-old who loved nothing more than cuddles and to smile. Elden's imagination is in full bloom. He is constantly making believe and he sees magic in everything.
My grandma gave him this giraffe costume on Sunday. He has spent the better part of the week in it. He stopped and "ate" several different trees and flowers on this walk because "that's what giraffes do."
He is goofy. He loves making us laugh. He lives for Edith giggles. He smiles a whole lot more than we have seen in months.
He is engaged. I took him to touch-a-truck on a date a few Saturdays ago. We were there for just over two hours and I had to drag him away. Elden was absolutely on cloud nine and continues to ask me to go back on another date.
He needs me again. It's mostly because he's sick, I'm sure, but Elden has been particularly physically affectionate with me lately and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't eating it up. It's a delicate balance of heartbreaking (when he begs me not to go to work) and wonderful (when he crawls up next to you and slides his arm around the small of your back), but I know I'll only be his #1 for a limited amount of time.

I think this is the light at the end of the tunnel. I always hear how dreadful three and four can be. But if this is a glimpse of what's to come, I think we'll be just fine.

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