Last weekend was a little bit of a rocky one...if you remember our trip to Wal-Mart and getting kicked out of a restaurant.
Here we are a brand new week and weekend to talk about. Overall things have been going pretty good, and yet it sorta feels like we have taken a few steps back with progress. We are back to knocking everything over. But his attention span and comprehensions skills have really blossomed. N-Zilla seems really comfortable at home, and is talking bunches more. As far as being in public...well it's a work in progress. If it's not a comfort zone it can get a little tricky. Like the time N-Zilla almost made a waitress pee at a Chinese Buffet, or his Birthday freak out at Red Robbins.
It seems normal to us now or at least me. Every public outing I find new ways to "be". Bring the weighted blanket, bring the PSP, bring the snacks, and know the cue to call it a day and head home. If I really think about it, it's not to much different then what I did with Son #1 and Crazy Horse, and now with The baby. It's just a little bit more intense.
N-Zilla my loveable and former insomniac is now taking Melatonin. Huge milestone for our family. Every body is getting almost the recommended amount of sleep. Which has put a writers block on my blogging, seeing how I usually blog while up in the wee hours with N-Zilla. Mr. S and I are still getting use to ALL the kids asleep at the same time. Sometimes we just stair at each other and say well I guess we are going to bed.
This past Sunday I decided to take N-Zilla to church with me. I've decided that I will not be a prisoner of what ever it is that my son has. And neither will he. Baby steps of course, only he and I went. I left the sleeping pre-teens in there stinky rooms and The Baby and Mr. S to watch TLC.
Weighted blanket...check, favorite toy...check, cell phone off...check. I walked into mass confident. I sat in the front with the rest of the grown-ups and well behaved children. It was good. I didn't really hear what the homely was because N-Zilla was fidgety, and a few times he had to wrap his blanket around him. However, it was one of my favorite times in church that I have had in a very long time. N-Zilla looked around at the stain glass windows and whispered very loudly, "ooooo, cooool". When it was time to sing N-Zilla sang about Thomas and Lighting McQueen. Had to give him the death grip when receiving communion, he almost ran "on stage" as Crazy Horse likes to call it.
I left Mass as confident and cool as I entered. I didn't even break a sweat. N-Zill walked out the church wearing his blanket as a cape and we drove home. Happy.
So why do I put my self and the N-Zilla in potentially freakout mode and judgmental situations? Because...why not. I'm never not going to have a bad day with any of my kids. Why avoid having any kinda day at all with my N-Zilla.