My Lovie

I've been planning on cutting my hair off next week. I've grown tired of it pulled back in an often greasy pony-tail.  It always seems to be a mess and in my way.  I've been checking out hairstyles, and I told my husband last night that it was about to go!

Today, Isaac and I had a perfect day.  We stuck to your schedule board, and we had so much fun playing together while Josiah took an extra long nap.  I savored every minute of it because Isaac prefers his father to me, and my time with him is eaten up with running him here and there to therapies.  But, today...not so.  We had a lot of fun together, involving ourselves in fun sensory activities. He enjoyed every minute, and he felt like my little boy again.

After lunch, we had our relaxation time together before his nap, listening to Jason Upton while lying in the floor together.  I rolled to my stomach as Isaac walked on my back over and over again (a wonderful massage, I might add).  We cuddled and tickled each other.  Then, I put him down for a nap.  As I read him a book, Isaac reached up and started stroking my hair and fingering the ends over and over.  It brought a flood of memories back to me.

A year ago, my hair had been his lovie.  He had played with it from the time he was a baby, fingering and stroking it while he drank his milk. When he got older and got upset, he would reach for me and immediately grab my hair to fingure through it and ease his tension. I had always said that I would never cut my hair because it had become his lovie--and I loved being his lovie. 

At some point in time, he lost his facination with my hair.  I'm not sure if it had to do with getting older or the regression.  But, it is something that I haven't thought about, and I wasn't aware that it was missing. 

So, the hair stays.

Even if it is only an occasional lovie, I will tolerate the unkept appearance and lack of modern style just to treasure those moments :)

The Day I Met Hitler

Okay, so I know you are wondering what the heck I mean by that title! Read and you will find out! Actually, this entry is inspired by our DAN! doctor appointment. I can't help but contrasting the appointment with the day I met "Hitler."