This week has been different. Ian has picked Liam up from the sitter and has been able to come home and feed him AND make dinner in peace. I get home not too long after that and Liam actually welcomes me home AND doesn’t mind trading kisses and squeezes AND cheerfully telling me about his day. There’s nothing like being welcomed home by two dreamy guys.
Monday night was especially sweet as Ian and I shared dinner at the table, Liam was on the floor nearby playing with his trains. He was singing songs, talking to himself, making the animals on the trains talk, etc. It was one of those moments you want to freeze in time.
Tuesday night I was out with friends and Ian took him to Thanksgiving Point. They saw the machines hooked up to a cow and watched the milking process. Liam thought that was amazing… because “That cow must have drunk a lot of milk!” Ian let him call me and tell me about it. “Mom, we saw them suck the milk out of the cows!”
Ian apparently had an agreeable evening with our son and even read him books at bedtime. (Something that is usually difficult to agree to when Liam usually fights bedtime.)
Wednesday (last night) was great too. He played with his trains while we ate our delicious dinner in peace. Then after dinner Ian went to scouts. Liam and I made banana/apricot bread and zucchini bread together. He did most of the work. Honestly. He fetched all the ingredients, peeled bananas, shredded the zucchini, cracked the eggs, ran the hand mixer, tasted tested, etc.
While the breads were baking, I gave Liam a bath. Once he got dried off and his pajamas on, I said we needed to go down stairs to eat some banana bread before he went to bed. On our way down the stairs he said, “Hey Mommy?… I love you.” So heart felt.
I don’t know how many times Liam has told us he loves us this week. He tends to do that a lot when he’s really enjoying his life. A verbal pat on the back for his parents... that leaves us in a quandary, "How are we so blessed to have him in our daily lives?"