We thoroughly enjoyed an unseasonably warm day by heading outdoors and as much as we could shrugging off the mountain of have-tos. We tossed around frisbees, blew bubbles, drew on the sidewalk and went for a walk.
Ivan & Holly played together and individually. We dug the hammock out and Ivan invited Holly in with him sharing with her the nuances of staying in safely. Naturally after a bit she was ready to get out & move on to more active things. We took a break for lunch. Holly headed in for a nap and Ivan armed himself with some books, pillows & a comforter and headed back out to the hammock, all but disappearing for the rest of the afternoon.
|Holly's first time in the hammock, almost 3 years ago|
He resurfaced reluctantly for dinner & the walk. Upon returning from our walk, he hopped into the hammock beckoning Holly to follow. Snuggled in toe-to-toe, they jointly decided they would be sleeping there for the night! Fortunately, I have some tricks up my sleeve, certain enticing words that propel them quickly in the direction we (the parents) need them to be. The ace in my hand was uttering one, simple four-letter word.
And by golly, Holly was scrambling out. Ivan needed a bit more coaxing, so I offered a rare treat of a combo bath. Ah... I so wish I could bottle up this sibling love to pull out in a few years when they will no doubtly want to be on opposites ends of the house.
As the bath water disappeared down the drain, so too did the copious vibe of the day. Holly's body hit its threshold of environmental allergies propelling the nose running to commence and restlessness for bedtime. And Ivan simply did not want to get out of the tub. Once out he struggled to get ready for bed. Hubs tucked him in seemingly ok as Holly yo-yoed up & down. And then it was parent-time. Or so we thought as we cued up a show.
Minutes later we were attempting to get both kiddos back to bed. We switched up which one we were with just in case that would make a difference.
Laying in bed with Ivan sobbing, not touching save our foreheads & I realized he didn't have his music on. Hoping it would help ease him to sleep, I asked if he wanted it. He told me no several times & then decided yes, if it could be sad music. I told him that wasn't a good idea, afraid that he would be fueling his emotion.
He persisted and I did not have the energy to. He asked me what kind of music is sad and when I couldn't think of any I considered appropriate, he searched on Pandora. We lay there listening to the first song in silence, foreheads back together. His sobbing subsided. He insisted he couldn't possibly sleep with how upset he was. The next song played and partway through it, Ivan let out a huge breath. What happened next, just was phenomenal.
He asked me if I knew why he wanted to hear sad music. Thinking it was obvious, I said, "yes, because you're sad." Well, turns out I was not quite right.
So he said, "No. I wanted to listen to it because maybe it will give me ideas about what to do with how I feel." And to that, I said, "that's a great idea."
And I'm left with...
Wow, just wow!
For the record, I just have to say that Daylight Savings time changes truly suck, especially for those that live for structure, routine & predictability.