Owen. Owen. Owen.
Yesterday morning he bounced up to give me a goodbye kiss and cheerily said, "good thing I wasn’t crabby today." Yes Owen. And when he came home from school he plopped on the couch and said to his father, "I’m a happy guy today." All good.
This morning…..not so smooth.
It was yet another morning in which he lays on the floor in a blanket covered heap crying because he doesn’t want to go to school. It seems that no matter what approach we take we can’t avoid this once or twice a week. Ernie finally took Leo to school because the thought of being late makes Leo quiver with rage. While they were gone I tried the firm, calm, non-negotiable approach. Nothing was working until Owen sat up and said, "I want to wear a tie today." Of course all the appropriate shirts were dirty but I found one and yes, this is how I sent my baby proudly off to school. Too long hair with knots in the back I can’t get out, black corduroy pants ("I HATE corduroy" he wept earlier), a blue and green plaid shirt and a blue and orange tie that we borrowed from Becca for Leo’s Halloween costume and haven’t returned yet. I told him he looked great and he proudly smiled and said, "I know." Then he said, "and can you get me a tux someday?"