June 17, 2012 § Leave a comment
Last Father’s Day, Chris, Dante and I went to a car show in Hyannis. We decided to do it again next year, and thanks to great weather, we did! Today we spent the morning walking down Main Street looking at all the cars on display. I didn’t bring our camera … I’m not one to take many pictures of these kind of events. Years to come I’m not going to care about having pictures of an old Mustang or and old Corvette. But I hope that over the years we’re able to make it an annual Father’s Day event and collect a lot of memories.
I DID, however, take a few pictures while we were on our walk at the canal of my boys and their daddy on Daddy Day.
We had a really, really, super nice day. Sunshine. Family time. Dante pointing out cars that reminded him of Fin McMissile and Mater. Lunch at Not Your Average Joe’s. Nap time. And then a relaxing walk at the canal where we spotted many a speed boat much to our toddler’s satisfaction.
Today was such a great day. I miss my husband when he’s at work. We rarely have more than one full day a week together and rarely is it spent in the sunshine doing something fun like we did today. It’s 9pm and I’m so tired but I don’t want to go to sleep just yet. I want to spend some time, some more time, with Chris when he gets home from basketball before he leaves us to go to work tomorrow. Bah.
Anyway. Happy Father’s Day to all you dads out there!!!!
June 11, 2012 § Leave a comment
When will I learn? The moment I express in blog-land or to a friend or anywhere, really, that Dante seems to be sleeping better he will inevitably start sleeping worse? I am in a constant state of exhaustion. Whenever I think we’ve taken a step forward Dante proves me wrong and takes 2 steps back. It. Is. So. Tiring.
He has been waking at night – sometimes screaming. Night terrors are not to blame, although I almost wish they were – to be able to label a problem clearly is comforting. Maybe he’s just testing my resolve? Since he often asks for water.. or milk… or tractors.
After one or two wakings during the night, paired with Stefano’s continued need to nurse during the night I am running on fumes… and to make matters worse D still wakes up between 5:30 and 6. This morning he tried to get up at 4:30! What? No!
Maybe it does have something to do with the memories of his hospitalizations? Maybe an undefined sense of fear? He never tells me that he’s afraid during these nightly wakings… but he does often talk about the “scary” noise that the saw made when they cut his cast off (it was very loud and very frightening for Dante).
Chris keeps telling me I’ll sleep again someday. When I ask him when? he seems to look past me into the uncertain future with a grimace on his face and reassures me – “someday”. Thanks babe.