It seems that we have a day care solution. I've been feeling cautiously optimistic, but we've made it a week, so.. maybe it's for real?
My friend's husband has been out of work for quite some time. He is fabulous with children, and has agreed to come & watch G every day after school until I get home. So far, we seem to be going well. He's not reported any biting/spitting attempts. He has reported that G is napping regularly. And G's funny personality seems to be re-appearing.
Some recent exhibits:
A.
(From under the kitchen table) "Mama?"
"Yes, G?"
"I not here today."
B.
(Said mournfully) "Dis die-EE-rah. I dot lots poopoo."
C.
Joseph: "G is not going to be a dumb jock."
G: "Don say dat."
Joseph: "Are you going to be a smart jock?"
G: "I no smart jock. I fish."
D.
(Pointing to family photos around the house). "Das not Mama; das Scott. Das not Aunt K; das Scott. Das not Grammy; das Scott." As he was doing this, G was laughing hard. This was hilarious.
It is fabulous to have this boy laughing again.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
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