Twinkle Twinkle and Down Dog

I have been really enjoying and getting into this new (well, new for me) blogging thing. Even Chad is into it (and there are blogs for anything and everything. It's like eBay: you can find anything on a blog). I have some bookmarked that I read daily (such as DesignMom.com, TangleandTrue.com, www.sk*rt.com, and DesignSponge.com). And I started this one a few months ago.

I must say that after not keeping a journal for 10 years, this venting, sharing and writing into cyberspace is really cathartic. Something about typing it and hitting "save" makes me feel like I get things off my chest, or share a funny story, or give our family and friends updated pictures of Master Adler. It is a public journal though, which is sort of the twist.


Most of my family and friends know I had a rocky transition into parenthood. It was not an effortless or seamless move into this new chapter of our lives. It was hard realizing early on that I wanted to return to work and staying home with Adler full-time was not fulfilling on all levels. But it finally feels after 21 months that we are getting into a really good groove. I think it took finding that right balance of home/daycare and me improving on the things in life that felt lacking to get us over that hump. The bonding that I feel happening with Adler now feels really good. And different.

Bonding like instances the other night.

I always rock Adler and sing "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" when putting him to sleep. The other night I kept hearing little whispers and realized Adler was singing (well, repeating) the words at the end of each verse. Cryptic? Yes (but, see previous post on how I think my kid is Doogie). "Up above the world so high" was answered with "hiiiiigh" in the sweetest, softest whisper. "Like a diamond in the sky" was met with "skyyyyy" — I literally teared up as I finished the verses. He is getting to be such a big boy.

Then the other night he kept putting his head on the floor and getting into "Downward Facing Dog." I asked him if he was doing this pose and he stood up, clad only in a diaper, and said "Dun Dawg." I lit up and said "Yea!" and he said "Yo-guh."

I know that him being in daycare, despite allllll the cooties, has given him a lot of exposure to language (even if 2 new words are delightful M words: move, mine, me), new buddies and the ability to bring his Mama to tears a lot more often.