After dropping off Sophia to choir practice yesterday at church, we headed with Tyler to the 10 am service at our Episcopal church. Right away, he showed he didn't want to sit or hang around us, heading for the side aisle and the front of the church. We've contemplated leaving him in the daycare option at our church before, but during this H1N1 season, it really seemed a bit scary. He's now had at least one shot.
I took him to the daycare in the church basement, and quietly disappeared. Within 10 minutes, one of the older women who watches kids during the services came up and Julie said "do you think she's looking for us?". She was. Tyler was melting down, and refused any sort of comfort from someone other than his parents. When I arrived, he was standing by his Yankee jacket, trying to yank it off the hook, and screaming for his daddy. I felt like crap. How selfish of us to try to attend church without him!!
I calmed him down, and took him outside (beautiful day in No. Va.) to mellow. We went to the post office and walked around inside. We checked out the magnolia tree in the front of the church yard. We walked around the sidewalks. We made it back into church just in time for communion, and a little blessing for our boy.
Tyler often becomes a daddy's boy on weekends, refusing Julie after she's been his primary caregiver all week long. I wish I could better understand what's going through his 18-month mind sometimes. When I left for work this morning, he was in his crib calling out my name. It's hard to drive away. Despite the stresses of having a toddler again, he's my little guy.
I watched Mason's first basketball game on Friday night with Tyler sitting in my lap at the computer, since there wasn't a TV option for the game. He was cheering and clapping along with me, and really wanted to keep watching even though I had to take him upstairs for bed. He kept calling out "ball ball" and pointed to the computer as we walked up the stairs.
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I think yesterday's meltdown by Tyler on the way to Mason and at the game got to Sophia at points. She can easily tell when her parents are at their wit's end, and she goes from being excited about an event (she had been talking about going to the Mason game all week) to wanting to go home. I worried about Sophia being short-changed before Tyler was born; I think it happens too much sometimes. She definitely doesn't get the attention she had before, and she shows and feels it. If she cuddles up next to a parent, Tyler will whimper and want to be right there next to us, too.
She's been wanting to play football a lot when I get home from work or in the late evening before she goes down for the night. Football is us taking a little soft football and fighting for it in the middle of the living room floor. There's tons of tackling (gentle, on my part) and tickling. It makes her happy. There's many days when I'd rather sit on the sofa and just relax, but I often give in because it makes her smile and gives her some attention.
I think we could do more...for example, she would have loved yesterday to go to the game with just me. I haven't had enough daddy/daughter time with Sophia since her little brother was born, and we need to get back to those moments. I cherished that time.
School is good for her right now. She's also busy with Daisy Scouts, including two events this week. Sophia's really looking forward to Christmas, pointing out many, many things that Santa can bring in the Toys-R-Us and Target holidays books. Ican't wait to see her face on Christmas morning.
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I can't believe my son is closing in on 2. I can't believe my daughter is almost half-way done with her first year of school. Time flies. Cherish every moment. We finally got around to seeing "Up", Pixar's latest on DVD, on Friday. The theme of the film, even though it was animated, was poignant. The beginning...brilliant. The message at the end...lasting. Yes, cherish every moment.
Work beckons. Gotta go.