Lately I have been more comfortable writing about my mishaps and musings at the other blog then I am writing about my N-Zilla.
As they say "don't get it twisted". My Loveable and Destructive son is still as loveable and destructive as ever. A broken wine glass is proof.
I just have this anxiety about him. For him.
I have this habit of planning months ahead for things. Like birthdays. Feb is Crazy Horses. March Is Mr. S's. April is Tiger Lily's (the baby). And two months later is N-Zilla's and Son #1.
I have like 4 or 5 months until N-Zilla's Birthday. Yet I'm freaking out.
I want to include family and friends without excluding him.
I see how he is at social gatherings. He gets over stimulated. Starts knocking things over or retreats. Christmas and New Years (which I have yet to blog about). Basket Ball games and such. I see him. I know him. I think that is why I have birthday party anxiety.
Mr. S suggested we invite his friends from school. I had to say it out loud to Mr. S, "N-Zilla doesn't have any friends".
"Well then...Just invite his whole class".
I wanted to ask if he was even present during New Years.
...but instead just drank my coffee and talked about how ugly our couches are.