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Today is Tuesday and already I can say that this week is a little easier on Greyson - and me and Murray because of that. Grey is growing in multiple teeth again and had a really rough week last week. Murray saved the day and surprised us with tickets to the Yo Gabba Gabba concert in downtown Sacramento. He had told me that he planned a surprise, but then showed me a scavenger list (cat, lady wearing pink, fireman, etc.) and claimed that was the surprise. We really needed a little pick-me-up as a family, and that worked. Greyson got to do his Biz beat boxing and got a new Biz t-shirt and Gabba boom box (which I immediately had buyers remorse on after hearing the same loud songs repeatedly the next couple of days)...sometimes you just have to bite the bullet as a parent and get your kid the loud toy you know he will enjoy.
Grey's personality is emerging more. He started dancing more to the Dancey Dances on Gabba, and tonight I came out of the shower to a little tap dance show. I think he's dancing like a Gabba segment on tap dancing. He does tiny little hopping tap steps forward and back. He also decided he didn't want to wear his PJ shirt and took it off, walked it over to the laundry basket, set it down forcefully and walked away. Murray and I both tried to get him to put the shirt back on but he wasn't having it. We also had to cover our mouths and turn our faces to keep him from seeing us laugh at his ferocity in dealing with his shirt.
Grey now knows eskimo kisses and wakes up in the morning to give me and Murray kisses and eskimo kisses. He says "bye" mostly when people have already left - turn the corner, shut the door, hung up the phone. There's a one second delay. :)
Grey is getting more rebellious as to not coming to me when I ask him to, but I noticed today when I gave him the options of either taking a nap or going to take the dog for a walk (and therefore, come to me so I could put his socks and shoes on), he thought for a moment before moving, but then came over to me and started to climb into my lap.
Grey went over to Brutus this morning on the couch and put his head next to Brutey's paws, being affectionate, not attempting to pull his tail or feet or anything. Very sweet. Just to even things out with the sweet...Grey also has found his behind and is intermittently fascinated by it. This is leading to interesting #2 diaper changes, trying to evade him trying to slyly grab a handful of recycled food in all it's glory. Boys will be boys.
In an oddly fitting transition, I'd say all in all last week was pretty shitty, but we pulled through it as a little family unit, and that's what makes a family bond is pulling through those trying times together, dragging ourselves up onto the shore after a storm kind of feeling. It's funny because we were sitting at dinner last night saying prayers (which I am glad we have been pretty regular about doing lately - at meals and bedtime) when it occurred to me that I've been kind of overwhelmed with not having the support system Murray and I both thought we would have when we started a family, but that having something happen like Grey screaming all week, tantrums galore, job up in the air, residence up in the air, car status up in the air, family status up in the air...just A LOT going on...that when Greyson started feeling better...started smiling again and was our happy boy again, it really did seem like all was okay in the world. I even said out loud..."Ok, God, I got ya. It just hit me. But I think I got it." Well played, Life.
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