Mommy's boy

I am the mother of a 2 year old. I can hardly believe it. I still remember driving in my car and crying my heart out because I was having thoughts of, "What if I never have a child? What will I do with the rest of my life? What will it mean?" I have always wanted to have children - I was never scared of childbirth, only of parenting. But my life never seemed to head in that direction. Life is still nowhere near where I dreamed it would be right now. I never meant to be a single parent. But I am the fortunate one, to have this beautiful, loving little boy to love, and to love me back.

Happy Birthday, my wonderful boy!

Not quite 'fro

Regular readers of this blog and Living Lavada Mama (sorry for the lack of a link here - check my links list instead) will remember that we haven't cut the boys' hair since they've been apart. For three months now, Miles' little curls have been evolving. There's a frizzy fuzzy area at the back of his head, where he went bald briefly as an infant. At his crown, his hair is coming in really thick now. The front is still rather straggly, and there are still some rather thin looking areas. Most of the time, especially after wearing a winter hat, he's just got crazy hair. Think Kramer. Here are some shots of him in the bath tonight with wet hair. It's the only way to really show you how long it is.

From wistful to hopeful

I'm going to lay out a couple of quotes here, back to back . . .

"It's a sad day when you find out that it's not accident or time or fortune, but just yourself that kept things from you."
~ Lillian Hellman

Ouch


"Nature never repeats herself, and the possibiities of one human soul will never be found in another."
~ Elizabeth Cady Stanton

It's time to dig in those heels and start looking for possibilities once again.

Neigh!

It's time now to start looking forward to next Halloween!

Miles wore his costume to daycare yesterday, and trick-or-treated through the classrooms with all of his friends. They decorated treat bags and cookies. I think he got an idea of the festiveness of the occasion.

But he was not in his costume when I picked him up at daycare, and he did not want to put it back on. "No horsey!" That suited me fine. I was too tired to be bothered with the additional task of visiting the neighbours with my little horsey who wouldn't have a clue why we were doing it anyhow. Getting through supper, bath and bedtime is enough to exhaust me these days.

All in all, I think we've had a good Halloween experience this year. Like I said, time to look forward to next year!