Just Another Day on the Farm

Well, our backyard, anyway.  Harrison pretends it’s his farm A LOT.  The play set is his barn: the top is the hayloft, and the bottom is the stalls for the animals.  His wagon is his trailer.  It seemed fitting that Harrison wanted a farm theme for his fourth birthday.

Party planner, I am not, but I enjoy having family and friends over; especially, for a birthday celebration.  I had fun with this one.  My favorite thing may have been the invitations we used.  We ordered them from sunnysideprintparty on Etsy.  I was flabbergasted Harrison didn’t choose the green tractor.  Usually, if it’s not John Deere, it isn’t a tractor.

 

I ran all my ideas by the “boss” (a.k.a., Harrison) to make sure he actually liked everything. I didn’t want to have a birthday for him that wasn’t really for him.  He picked out the invitation from several choices I found.  I was good to myself and kept it simple this year.  Instead of a cake, I made cupcakes and put plastic farm animals on top. (Okay, full disclosure: I also made a tractor cake, but that was in a cake pan, and for his family celebration.) I didn’t put out a lot of food because the party was early afternoon. Just apples, oranges, and popcorn.  I made apple cider to drink.  See.  Simple.  I did learn that I should inform people they can eat the food when I make a display like this.  Apparently, people thought it looked nice and was just decoration.

 

DSC_0083We planned several activities to keep the children busy, and I really didn’t need to.  The weather was beautiful, so everyone pretty much played outside.  Nice to not have a lot of young children running around the house.

 

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No one played "pin the wheel on the tractor", but David worked hard on it.

No one played “pin the wheel on the tractor”, but David worked hard on it.

The birthday boy had a great day, and I’m left feeling cliché.  Where did the time go?  How is my little baby already 4?! Le sigh.

 

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Thanks to everyone who celebrated with us.  It was a wonderful celebration.

“Oh, I just can’t wait to go trick-or-treating…”

You have to sing that to the tune of “Oh, I just can’t wait to be king”, from The Lion King.  (Please.  Otherwise, my title doesn’t work, and I try really hard to make catchy titles and am incapable.) The reason you have to do that is because my boys dressed up as a lion and bird for Halloween.  Harrison has seen The Lion King once, and he still remembers Simba.  He said he wanted to be Simba for Halloween, but he had to be grown-up Simba so people didn’t think he was a lioness (obviously).  It just so happened Beckett was a bird since I got his costume on clearance after Halloween last year.  It worked.  Beckett became Zazu. And, I did just have to look that up.  Until now, I have just been saying, “Beckett is the bird from The Lion King.”.

While not one to spend much on Halloween costumes since the costume is typically worn for a very short amount of time, I was okay with $20 for the lion.  Harrison wore his Cookie Monster costume all. the. time.  I am slightly disappointed he only wore the bird wings I SEWED two or three times.  He had already worn the lion costume 3 times before Halloween.  Plus, Beckett got a huge kick out of Harrison being a lion and coming after him.  This allowed me time to accomplish things like making dinner or spraying a diaper.

Perhaps you saw these adorable photos of my boys floating around:

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Halloween day came, and it rained.  And rained.  I was starting to worry about trick-or-treating.  We decided that at the very least, we would let the boys put on their costumes and go to a few houses in our cul-de-sac and then do some fun stuff at home.  Before any of the action, we had to get some pictures. Notice that while both boys can smile, they appear incapable of smiling at the same time.  At least not while I am taking their picture.

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Fortunately, it was just misting when we headed out, so we did our entire street before heading back home.  It was just right for the boys.  Beckett wasn’t getting any of the candy, anyway, and Harrison was only getting a few pieces.  You would’ve thought we went all over the neighborhood, though. Since the weather was a bit crummy, there weren’t too many people out, so the boys were getting huge handfuls of candy.

Overall, Halloween was a success.  The boys had fun, and I enjoyed just seeing them in their costumes.  A little rain didn’t stop us from our treats.

Harrison’s Gems

IMG_3264Harrison’s back with more wit and hilarity. A few observations:

  1. Harrison likes to start things with, “Oh…”
  2. Why is he talking about Facebook? I think I mentioned “Facebook” to him one time when I was looking at pictures on there. Memory. Of. An. Elephant.
  3. He is too good at excuses/reasons/whatever you want to call them for why he is or isn’t doing something. I am pretty sure I should be very worried. He’s not even 4.

Overheard by me while all the boys were in Harrison’s room:

H: This is just a rock show for boys and men.

David: No. Mommy can come, too.

H: No, girls can’t come to shows with guitars…The parking lot is bumpy. They don’t like the bumpiness. 

H: I have to go to New York for work. I won’t be back for your birthday. 

Me: That makes me sad. 

H: Oh, I will wish you, “Happy Birthday”, on Facebook. 

Me: Doesn’t Mommy deserve better than that?

H: Oh…I will call you on the phone. (Gee, thanks.)

Stops on his way up the stairs and holds his foot.

Me: Harrison, are you okay?

H: No, I’m having trouble going upstairs. My foot is giving me pain. (He was fine. Just empathizing with PaPa.)

Picking raspberries with Mommy.

M: Are you going to pick more raspberries?

H: Oh, my back is bothering me, and the prickliness hurts my fingers. I will just eat them. 

Upon coming into his room during rest time. 

M: Why is your closet light on?

H: I was putting star stickers on my wall to make my closet beautiful. I got them out of my backpack. 

You can catch up with what Harrison’s been saying over the past few months, here, here, and here

 

Harrison’s Gems

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Whew, there have been quite a few of these, lately. Honestly, I should do a weekly post of “Harrison’s Gems”, but I forget to write them down sometimes, then I’m left trying to remember how they came out, and what the context was. Unfortunately, by the end of the day, my brain is no longer capable of remembering anything other than I thought it was funny or clever. Bummer.

I do have a lot since the last time I posted, so I will help myself out (since I already fell off my 2x/week-post-wagon) and just share a few this time around. One thing is evident by these snippets into Harrison’s life. He loves his family fiercely. Even when talking about what seems like the smallest things, he gets super excited. It’s hard to convey that in writing, but this boy lights up when he talks about his family. His whole demeanor changes, and there is something different about him. His voice changes, and he gets a big smile.

H: (showing me the wooden beads he strung) I made this necklace for Grandpa.

M: You mean, ‘Nana’?

H: No. It’s for Grandpa.

M: Why is the necklace for Grandpa?

H: Oh, he needs color. 

 

H: I love finding worms, Mommy. 

M: Why do you like that so much?

H: Because Ketcher asked me. 

 

H: (on the way to the Farmer’s Market) Is Uncle Scott meeting us, Mommy?

M: Yes.

H: I want to hold Uncle Scott’s hand.

 

Daddy, if you’re reading this: There are no super-special-secret foods you can eat with or around Harrison. I’m not sure why you haven’t figured that one out yet. I present Exhibit A:

H: You know what, Mommy?!

M: What, Harrison?

H: Me and Daddy ate a secret-special burrito and fries. Daddy said it was a secret. (I don’t even want to know where from.)

You can catch up on some of Harrison’s other gems here, here, and here.

Constructing a 3rd Birthday Party!

Okay, so I’m really behind on this one, but I figured since I composed a post on Beckett’s birthday, I owed Harrison one. Plus, I posted about Harrison’s birthday the past two years. We went with a construction theme for Harrison’s third birthday, as the child possibly has an affinity for all things construction.

We didn’t take a lot of photos during the day, as it was a bit chaotic. This was the first time Harrison had a birthday party that involved friends, and not just family. I guess his first birthday involved a couple of friends, but he didn’t really choose them (sorry Dillon and Owen). That party was more about people that were important to us; well, Harrison, too, but he just didn’t know it at the time.

I like to have a theme for a party, at least a birthday party, but I don’t like to go overboard. I think a few touches here and there and getting clever with some things goes a long way. The funny thing is I realize some people may read this and think we did too much or not enough. It worked for us, and, most importantly, the birthday boy.

Going with the construction theme, we purchased orange utility flags from Lowe’s and lined the sidewalk to the front door. Inside the house, we set up construction “zones”. Upstairs, we had paper and crayons for the kids to draw out plans (or just play). On the main floor, we had blocks set up for them to build with. David “taped off” the living room with construction tape.

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We made the framed chalkboard right before Harrison’s birthday. I bought a frame from Goodwill for $7, and then we spray painted the frame and rolled chalkboard paint right over the picture inside. I wanted to do this for a while, and knowing we were having people over gave me the kick in the pants I needed to get it done.

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You might also notice the little banner on the fire place. I intended to have more pictures of Harrison, but this was last-minute, and I didn’t have time to go in and scale his head in other photos to make it work. I think people still got the idea, and it had the intended effect. Harrison loved it, his friends thought it was funny, and family thought it was cute.

Outside, we had some shovels and gravel and trucks. We really lucked out with the weather, as it was early November. It was a gorgeous day, and it was nice to let the kids run around outside.

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When it came time for cake, I went pretty simple. Well, let me back up and say the cake looked simple. I decided on a vegan cake. The reason I did this was because I was on a restricted diet at the time as a result of some sensitivities Beckett was experiencing. Maybe it was selfish, but I wanted some cake, too.  The cake was A PROCESS! I was frosting it when the first guests arrived. Unfortunately, it wasn’t a cake I could’ve done ahead of time. When I had some the next day, it was still delicious, but it was very crumbly, and the frosting came off in pieces.

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It was a big hit with Harrison and most of the other children. Harrison wanted seconds, and another child was trying to get thirds! One child tried it, and then he politely told me he didn’t like it and was throwing it away. In full disclosure, it wasn’t completely vegan. The dirt was crushed Joe-Joes from Trader Joe’s, and the rocks were chocolate-covered raisins. Most people just got the cake with frosting, though.  And, yes, I did clean the bulldozer before putting it on the cake.

I purchased some cupcakes in case the cake was a flop or a few kids hated it. I almost got one out for the one child who didn’t like the cake, but it turned out I didn’t have to. He didn’t ask for anything else, and there were other snacks for him to eat. In hindsight, I was glad I didn’t have to pull out the cupcakes. I think that would’ve been disastrous.

It was such a fun day, and I was grateful that Harrison had so many friends to share in his celebration. It made turning 3 even more special! He’s already planned out his next 5 birthdays, too.

 

Contributing to Family

If you follow me on Instagram or Facebook, you probably saw these pictures from earlier today:

Harrison and I took a hike along the Katy Trail today. There are several trailheads near us, so we just picked one and took a hike (pun intended). It was a perfect day for it; it was just a little cool out, and we got to wear our boots since it had rained recently. I mean, take a boy out in the woods, and he’s already happy, but toss in mud and puddles, and he’s in heaven!

Just as we started, an older man passed us and decided to tell me I would probably end up holding Harrison. I said I didn’t think so, and he proceeded to tell me, “If you go down that hill, you will.”. I kindly told him I appreciated the “heads up”, and Harrison and I chose to go down the hill. Harrison did ask for me to carry him on the way back, but it had nothing to do with being tired. Someone forgot to use the bathroom before we left, and he wouldn’t go outside. (Uh, get on that, Daddy.) I told him I would hold his hand and help him make it up the hill, and that worked. Other than that, it was an exciting hike full of rocks, worms, puddles, plants, and mud!

We do this kind of thing with Harrison a lot, but this was a special trip he chose this morning. We are always talking to Harrison about how he contributes to our family, but we recently decided to help drive the concept home, if you will. We want Harrison to understand that he contributes to the family because everyone has a role in a family, but at  almost 3 1/2, he still needs a little encouragement. We decided to do this in a form of a “contribution chart”. I had read about this concept in several places (here is just one).

David and I didn’t want to pay Harrison for his contributions, though. Again, the idea is that he contributes his share because that’s what you do as part of a family. Also, he already has a natural desire to “do”, as most children his age do. He wants to do work and help us out. He just needs some motivation at times. That’s where the contribution chart comes in. I printed off this free template. Here’s the image from the site.

I framed ours so we could use a wet-erase marker on it. I do love a gold sticker, but I didn’t want to print off a new chart each week. It works perfectly for Harrison. He has to make sure all of his blankets and pillows look decent on his bed; he gets himself dressed and folds and puts away his clothes/puts away dirty clothes and puts on pajamas; sets his place at the table and clears it; brushes his teeth; cleans up toys. Basically, I hit the jackpot finding this chart. The icons fit with all of Harrison’s responsibilities. Harrison gets a check mark if he completes something with minimal prompting (i.e., we don’t have to tell him 3xs and he requires little if any assistance). He still has to perform every task, but he may not get a check for it.

Here’s what we don’t do:

  • We don’t tell him he does or doesn’t get a check mark. 
  • We don’t punish him for not getting check marks.
  • We don’t praise him for getting check marks. We may let him know we appreciate that he’s contributing and doing his part, but we don’t applaud him for doing what is expected of him.
  • We don’t bribe him with candy or other gifts.

Here’s what we do:

  • We put the contribution chart in plain view in the kitchen area. Harrison can see for himself if he is or isn’t receiving checks.
  • We thank him for being an important part of our family and let him know it means a lot to us that he does his part. For example, I may tell David, in front of Harrison, how Harrison did a nice job folding his pajamas.
  • We let him choose an “experience” at the end of the week (Friday) for his contributions. David and I predetermine what will go in the “pile” based on the checkmarks, but Harrison helped us come up with many of the experiences.

We have used the contribution chart for two weeks, and it has been hugely successful so far. Not to say we have a 100% success rate (more like 80%), but we have noticed Harrison getting better at just doing and not needing reminding. Last week, he chose the train store (Barnes and Noble), and this week he chose a nature hike. And that takes us back to the beginning. The nature hike we took today was an experience Harrison chose after another week of contributions.

The other bonus is it gives Harrison some 1-on-1 time with Mommy or Daddy. Some we will do as a family (the zoo), but it’s nice to give Harrison some individual attention. We strive to devote equal time (whatever that means) to the boys, but the truth is that can be difficult at times, and we notice it can put a strain on Harrison when he’s feeling “neglected”.  I know he really appreciates this time, and it helps us reconnect with him. A win-win in my book.

Harrison’s Gems

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I’m back with another installment of the things Harrison says that amuse me for some reason or another.

Daddy: “Harrison, did you know we just had an election for President? We re-elected Barack Obama.”

Harrison: “It’s broccoli, Daddy.”

Harrison: “Can I play in the basement?”

Mommy: “Not right now. We can go after Beckett goes down for his nap.”

Harrison: (a few minutes later, and Beckett is fussing) “I think Beckett needs to go to sleep, Mommy. He’s crying. He’s tired.”

Mommy: “I don’t feel well, Harrison. You’ll have to be patient with Mommy.”

Harrison: “Oh, I will give you a hug, Mommy, and make you feel better.”

Harrison: “No, don’t touch those, Beckett. They’re too spicy!” (He knows Beckett is putting things in his mouth, and he also knows he doesn’t like to put spicy things in his mouth.)

Harrison: “Mississippi is a time, Mommy.”

Mommy: “What do you mean, Harrison?”

Harrison: “The kids in the Elementary always say, ‘1 Mississippi, 2 Mississippi…’.”

Mommy: “Well, Mississippi is a state, just like Missouri.”

Harrison: “Where is she?”

Mommy: (I’m still not understanding) “Huh? I’m talking about a state. Mississippi is 1 of 50 states in our country.”

Harrison: “I don’t see her.”

Mommy: “Oh! No, sweetie. It’s one word. Mississippi (trying to say it faster). It’s not ‘Miss Issippi’.”

Harrison: (why he didn’t help with making waffles) “Daddy told me not to.”

Mommy: Daddy isn’t here, Harrison. He didn’t say that.”

Harrison: “He sent me a text.”

Mommy: “Do you need a tissue?”

Harrison: “No.”

Mommy: “Then, why are you sniffling?”

Harrison: “I’m pretending to be a dog.”

Harrison: “Never be together. Your friends, and my friends, and your friends…” (his rendition of Taylor Swift)

To read more of Harrison’s gems, you can read here and here.

Harrison’s Gems

I’m back with another installment of conversations and random exchanges we have with Harrison that make us laugh, think, and say, “Huh?”.

Mommy playing with Harrison’s hair

Harrison: “Stop playing with me, Mommy. I’m not a toy.”

 

When asked to clean up his crayons before dinner

Harrison: “No, don’t put my crayons away. I’m still crowning.” (Mommy is glad you’re not)

 

At the duck pond, after we ran out of bread.

Harrison: “Don’t eat me, duck. I’m not food.”

 

Mommy putting together the Nose Frida for Beckett.

Harrison: “What’s that , Mommy?”

Mommy: “It’s a filter for the snot sucker.”

Harrison: “That’s interesting, Mommy.” (He said this very sincerely and then walked away to go play.)

 

Mommy was reading a magazine insert saying it was National Joke Day. This led to a VERY drawn out knock-knock joke.

Mommy: “Knock-knock”

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Mommy: “Say, ‘Who’s there?’.”

Harrison (looking at picture): “Apple”

Mommy: “No. I say, ‘Knock-knock’, then you say, ‘Who’s there?’.”

All over again

Harrison. “Tree.” “Gingerbread.” …

It kept going on like this until he said, “I don’t know, Mommy.”

 

Driving home from school:

Harrison: “Look there’s a geese.”

Mommy: “Well, one is a ‘goose’. More than one is ‘geese’.”

Harrison: “Yeah, a geese.”

Mommy: “A goose.”

Harrison: “There’s lots of geese.”

Mommy: “You’re right. Geese.”

Harrison: “Yep. I know.”

 

Helping me get cloth diapers

Harrison: “You have to get them before you get dark.”

Mommy: “Before it gets dark?”

Harrison: “No. You don’t want to get dark.”

Mommy: (confused) “Ok.”

 

Comes into our room after his bath and sees his trick-or-treat bag

Harrison: “Can I have those (treats)?”

Mommy: “No. You already had one today.”

Harrison: “Don’t throw them away.”

Mommy: “Okay.”

Leaves with Daddy.

Harrison (whispers): “Don’t let Mommy throw them away, Daddy.”

 

At dinner last night

Mommy: “Harrison, it’s November now. Do you know what happens in November?”

Harrison: (excited) “My birthday! Is today my birthday?”

Mommy: “No. It’s next week. You get to celebrate a lot.”

Harrison: “Oh, I want a cake. And pumpkin-chocolate muffins…(kept listing things).” “Can I share brownies with my friends at school?”

Mommy: “Yes. Do you want to take s’mores brownies?”

Harrison: “Can I try them first?”

 

It Only Took Two Years…

but I finally feel like Harrison and I have bonded. Maybe that doesn’t make sense to you, maybe it does. I don’t mean that it took over two years for me to love Harrison or enjoy being around him. His grandparents love him and enjoy being around him. His teachers are the same way. Not to take anything away from them, but it’s not the same. And, well, for a long time, I felt like it was the same. Confused yet? Maybe I should back up.
Harrison was an easy baby. I’m talking, we asked the doctor at his first appointment (3 days in) how long we could let him sleep at night before waking him up. He loved eating. I enjoyed nursing him. As soon as he was born, and I could hold him, he latched on and was good to go. It was this special thing that only I, his mother, could do. Then, we introduced bottles because I had to go back to work, and we wanted to make sure he wasn’t going to refuse a bottle. Maybe that’s when it happened? Although Harrison never stopped enjoying nursing, he also enjoyed a bottle. Read: It didn’t really matter where the milk was coming from. When Harrison was hungry, he was hungry. I by no means wanted a baby who wouldn’t let anyone else feed him, and a bottle allowed me the freedom to be gone if need be during a feeding session, but it also meant there was no longer this event that only happened between Harrison and Mommy.
I think since Harrison was easy, I took a lot for granted. Instead of focusing on all that was good about our son, I started worrying about any and everything that was “wrong”. I got upset when he was upset. I had a hard time if he struggled with a nap. I would freak out if Harrison spent a nap talking and playing. I thought WHY AREN’T YOU SLEEPING? It worried me if he was fussing instead of being a happy baby while I was trying to accomplish something while he was awake. Basically, I didn’t respond to Harrison very well. Instead, I reacted to him. Of course, I played with him, read books to him, sang to him, took him on walks… Maybe what I didn’t do, though, was foster his sense of self. He reached milestones on or ahead of time. He flourished. I’m not sure that our relationship did, though. I constantly worried about what he was or wasn’t doing. I don’t know that it occurred to me that he was fussing as he played alone because he wanted me to observe his accomplishments and talk to him. Maybe he was telling me he just wanted me to be present, instead of thinking and worrying about it so much.
When I look back at Harrison’s babyhood(?), I am proud and happy about so many things. I also get this awful feeling that I missed a lot. I was there for everything, but I still don’t know how present I was. It’s so easy to get caught up in things; the wrong things. I understand that it’s typical for boys to want to bond with their fathers. I read over and over again how common that is, and that it’s nothing personal against the mother. Sons yearn for that interaction and bond with their father. There’s a part of me that couldn’t help but wonder if I didn’t miss my chance for that coveted mother-son bond. Other moms talked to me about “momma’s boys”, and I kept waiting for my son to be one. I didn’t want a clingy son who cried when I left or only wanted me, but I did frequently wonder, “Where was this boy who was supposed to ask for me and run to me and hug me?”. I received, and still do, plenty of hugs and kisses from Harrison, but I can’t explain why it wasn’t the same. All I can tell you is that it was tough. Really tough. I often felt pushed to the sidelines while my son ran to his father and sought out his “daddy” when I tried to initiate an interaction. Harrison would cry because I wasn’t his daddy. That hurt.

So, I got upset. I got upset at Harrison for not wanting me instead of David. I got upset when I didn’t seem good enough for him. What was I doing that was so wrong? And, it’s not that I was necessarily doing a lot of things wrong, but I wasn’t focusing on what I could do right. I wasn’t focusing on what I could with those precious moments that Harrison did allow me into his world. I can’t tell you how many times we’d be playing, and Harrison would get upset (as toddlers do), and I got upset along with him. Frequently, opportunities to talk about emotions and appropriate responses were lost to battles over who could be the loudest and threats to take things away. If someone could have slapped my hand or told me, “tssk, tssk”, they would have. Many times.
I cried. A lot. I cried for and about Harrison. I cried about my behavior. I cried in front of him, to David, to my Mom, by myself. I cried. A lot. Then I became pregnant. That didn’t help. That first trimester was ROUGH. The entire pregnancy was rough. I already talked about, though. I cried more because I felt so out of sync with Harrison that the thought of another boy was emotionally too much. I cried to my mom that I didn’t think I could handle another son who would love his daddy more than me. That’s where I was at one point. I felt like Harrison loved me less. I didn’t blame him. I blamed myself, but I just didn’t feel like I could do it again.

Then Becket was born, and it was tough again. Harrison lashed out at us because his world was so different. In less than 3 months, we had potty-trained him, put him in school 5 days/week, and brought home a sibling. Not to mention, that just 6 months prior, we’d uprooted him and moved halfway across the country. We like to go big or go home around here. Nothing about what he was doing was abnormal, but that didn’t mean it was easier. Once again, I didn’t handle it well. I was now trying to be a mother to two boys on 3-4 hr spurts of sleep at night. I wasn’t doing it alone, of course, I’m just letting you know how I felt and handled things. Unfortunately, my threshold was even lower, and shouting matches became more frequent. I can’t claim to understand what it must be like to a 2-year-old who was the center of his parents’ and everyone else’s universe and suddenly has to share that with someone else. I know that I didn’t put it into perspective. Once again, I took for granted how “grown-up” Harrison seemed, and expected more of him. Too much.
Not to say my husband and others didn’t help or try to help, but I think Harrison being in a Montessori school, and me talking to the beautiful people there, helped me immensely. Stay with me here. Montessori isn’t just an educational philosophy, it’s a way of life. What hit home for me, is that we can’t just send Harrison off to learn all these wonderful lessons and bring them home without our home environment being a place where he can develop those skills. What I saw was how capable my son is, but also how much he looks to his environment for “help”. As part of that environment, I really wasn’t being present in the way he needed me. And I needed to understand that how he needed me, and how I thought he needed me, were two different things. That has been a hugh revelation.
Our relationship has gotten so much better. I think Harrison respects and trusts me more because I show him more respect and trust. And that sounds easy, but it’s not. It’s not for me, anyway. For example, it is hard to respect Harrison’s right to be independent and not need my help when I think he’s going to make a mistake. I understand now (most of the time), that when I allow him to do things on his own, he most certainly will make a mistake, but that is a good thing, and he will learn something invaluable from that mistake. I have to trust that Harrison’s love for me is not based on his dependence on me, but on the fact that I give him opportunities to learn and do things at his own pace. Most importantly, I shouldn’t expect him to love me and want to have a relationship with me just because I am his mother. I should expect to earn his love everyday and show and tell him that I am always here for him no matter what. Repeat after me, Amy, no matter what.

Harrison’s Gems

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My sister-in-law gifted me a cute book before Beckett was born so I could record Harrison’s gems someplace other than Facebook. I was really happy to get this because I was sort of just relying on my memory, and that one’s fading faster than I would like (I’m blaming that one on the children).
Anywho, I thought it would be fun to share Harrison’s funny quotes and conversations, occasionally.

To David upon waking up from nap: “I need my hammer and screwdriver. I got some hammering and work to do.”

At the butterfly house: “It looks like that hexagon is blooming butterflies!”

Mommy: “What are you doing with Daddy’s flash drive and your (toy) laptop?”
Harrison: “I need my charger because I need to charge my iPad.”

In Trader Joe’s bathroom:
Harrison: “And you need to poop, too?”
Mommy: “No, Harrison.”
Harrison: “Poop, Mommy.”

Father’s Day: “You’re a pretty princess, Mommy.” (I had a dress on)

Reason for not wanting a bath: “But I’m not stinky!”

Harrison: “Do you know why monsters cry?”
David: “Why?”
Harrison: “Because they don’t know they’re scary.”

In line to get food
Mommy: “What are you looking at?”
Harrison: “The ladies.”