That’s the only way I can describe our weekend. Perfect.
From the weather. To the activities. To the company. It was 3 perfect days and I am grateful.
In the past, Victoria Day weekend is dreadful for us. Dreadful for Cuyler because of the fireworks that start Friday night and go on until Monday night.
He usually cries with every single boom “Is that thunder???”
This year was different.
It was somewhat of a turning point for us.
This year was different.
It was somewhat of a turning point for us.
Saturday night Cam had a friend sleepover and it seemed like every neighbourhood kid was outside until 11pm – ours included. Cuyler included.
These are the nights I think they will have long term memories of. I hope so.
These are the nights I think they will have long term memories of. I hope so.
Sunday we hung out at our local splash pad, which had some sort of pump malfunction, so the kids enjoyed a wading pool instead. I just won’t think about how gross that could potentially be.
(lest you think I am a neglectful mother – I’m not alone, there were dozens of other kids in the cesspool with him)
(lest you think I am a neglectful mother – I’m not alone, there were dozens of other kids in the cesspool with him)
Once at home the fireworks started up again. This time they were close. And loud.
And he loved every second of it. He found his own solution (because god forbid we suggest anything to help).
He found a way to tolerate the sounds and enjoy the sights at the very same time.
And he loved every second of it. He found his own solution (because god forbid we suggest anything to help).
He found a way to tolerate the sounds and enjoy the sights at the very same time.
I loved that he was able to finally enjoy them. That he had a break from the anxiety that has plagued him regarding fireworks.
Weather – clouds, rain, wind and thunder still weigh very heavily on his system.
But I’ve said it before and probably will for the rest of my life – baby steps.
Progress is always slow, but it is just that. Progress.
I’ll take it anyway it comes.
Weather – clouds, rain, wind and thunder still weigh very heavily on his system.
But I’ve said it before and probably will for the rest of my life – baby steps.
Progress is always slow, but it is just that. Progress.
I’ll take it anyway it comes.
How great that he came up with his own solution! Even better than taking mum and dad’s advice!
Good one Cuy! I love that he’s always topless in your shots. So excellent. It does sound perfect!
YAY!! Those are some big baby steps, lady – don’t downplay that!! I’m so happy you all enjoyed… xox