New Year’s Resolutions

I am finally back! Sorry about last week Grandma, I know you wait for updates on your great grandson. I’ve been busy the last few weeks. Not so much from running errands but running around at home. You see Baby T has refused to go any place since Christmas day. My guess is because he received his magical wish list of toys from Santa and we made him leave it all before he could play with it. So once he got home he stayed home. Besides school, he refuses to go the store, the mall, Tim Horton’s, or the library. All of which had always been demanded destinations upon his butt touching his car seat when I picked him up at school.

I try to look on the bright side, I’m saving money by not driving everywhere my little boss orders me to. Especially with gas prices going up every time I blink. (Since when did ten dollars do absolutely nothing to your gas gage? At first I thought it was broke but now it equals to about 2 gallons.) But I do miss having the ability to be somewhere other than home. Oh do I miss it right now. At least when Baby T was demanding me to drive places I was secretly happy because I wanted to go there too. But I had to act as if I didn’t…oh us parents, we are the biggest deceivers ever.

Another positive aspect is I’ve been sticking to my New Year’s resolution of being organized with no where to go and being home to do it. All of Baby T’s things now have a spot and all his untouched things have been secretly removed. And I sadly had to do it in an army type covert mission. I was in, I was out and you didn’t see anything. I brought the stuff to my dad’s house to store it. The plan is that my dad can take it to his friends when he gets a chance but I still have time to see if Baby T notices and cries for an item in which case I can easily run next door to get it. But it’s been since New Year’s Day and he hasn’t shown me that he cares. He does care that he has a spot for all his things.

I bought shoe box size clear plastic storage containers that I would specifically fill with only one kind of toy. Train track parts, hot wheels cars, play dough stuff. Baby T has always thrown a fit if I put his hot wheels cars in the toy box with everything else. Then he’d dump that to find his beloved cars. Same action for Thomas the Train tracks, specific books, you name it he’d dump everything out to find the smallest little toy. What I don’t understand is why didn’t I figure this out sooner? I would have saved myself a thousand times where I was picking toys up solely because of one.

A few nights ago Baby T was playing on the floor with his cars and he stopped to watch TV. He got back down off the couch and put every single car back into the container and closed the lid. Then he came and put it on my lap. He didn’t say anything he just did it and then proceeded to jump back up on the couch and watch TV. I probably sat there for a good five minutes figuring out if I was going to laugh or cry. Did that really just happen? Did Baby T just clean up after himself? There have been no more freak-outs (when it comes to lost toys) or the ceremonial dumping of every toy bin in the house. I only find a little spot of debris at a time.

I just have all of these why questions popping into my head. Like why didn’t I think about the specific toy bins earlier? Why did it take so long? All I can say is Baby T and I are off to a great start this year and he seems so much older now. He knows what he wants. He likes to stay home. That’s who he is and even though I am the type to always be on the go I have to respect that my son is content to be home with me. I admit it’s a pain when we need to go the grocery store or get a haircut but he’ll live. I know he can’t wait until he’s old enough to say, “You go, I’m staying home”.