Old Tyler-Bear is.... now wait for it, because it's simply blowing my mind.... 20!!!! Holy COW, I don't know how this happened.
He was such a gift - truly and honestly. He taught me the *joy* of motherhood. Boo was so sick for so long after he was born, and pretty much there was only worry and grief those first few years with him. Tyler? He was super baby!! I remember sitting in the hospital bed, holding him, and realizing that at birth he had better head control than Boo did at age 2 - it was like.... WOW!
He knew his own little (twisted, LOL) mind from the get go. He was about 20 hours old and it's the middle of the night - the orderly came in and said, "I'm really sorry, Mrs. X, but would you mind feeding your son? We've been trying to give him a bottle but he's just screaming and ... we don't know what to do." (Navy Hospital, a bunch of really young men trying to deal with- my kid - too funny.) I could hear him all the way from the nursery, LOL.
He was just so amazing, and funny too. By his first Christmas, he was pulling himself up next to the couch. He would just SCREAM - not in a mad or angry way, but just to hear himself. He'd be standing on his tippy toes, screaming, and then he'd laugh. We spent a fortune that first Christmas on toys for him. And where did he spend Christmas? In the kitchen, pulling out the pots and pans and playing with *them*, LOL.
It's been a really long road with him, but I'd do it *all* again in a heartbeat. I still worry, a lot. But he bears no resemblance to the whirling dervish who brought me to the board 12 years ago. We survived, *he* survived, and I hope that someday soon he will find his place in the world. He's a loving and appreciative kid now - still has his difficult child ways and still trying desperate to figure out how to avoid going thru hoops, LOL, but that's just thank you.
Happy, happy birthday to my kiddo!
He was such a gift - truly and honestly. He taught me the *joy* of motherhood. Boo was so sick for so long after he was born, and pretty much there was only worry and grief those first few years with him. Tyler? He was super baby!! I remember sitting in the hospital bed, holding him, and realizing that at birth he had better head control than Boo did at age 2 - it was like.... WOW!
He knew his own little (twisted, LOL) mind from the get go. He was about 20 hours old and it's the middle of the night - the orderly came in and said, "I'm really sorry, Mrs. X, but would you mind feeding your son? We've been trying to give him a bottle but he's just screaming and ... we don't know what to do." (Navy Hospital, a bunch of really young men trying to deal with- my kid - too funny.) I could hear him all the way from the nursery, LOL.
He was just so amazing, and funny too. By his first Christmas, he was pulling himself up next to the couch. He would just SCREAM - not in a mad or angry way, but just to hear himself. He'd be standing on his tippy toes, screaming, and then he'd laugh. We spent a fortune that first Christmas on toys for him. And where did he spend Christmas? In the kitchen, pulling out the pots and pans and playing with *them*, LOL.
It's been a really long road with him, but I'd do it *all* again in a heartbeat. I still worry, a lot. But he bears no resemblance to the whirling dervish who brought me to the board 12 years ago. We survived, *he* survived, and I hope that someday soon he will find his place in the world. He's a loving and appreciative kid now - still has his difficult child ways and still trying desperate to figure out how to avoid going thru hoops, LOL, but that's just thank you.
Happy, happy birthday to my kiddo!
