Yay Rylan!

Dear Rylan,

You are the world's best potty-trainer. Evar.

Love,
Mom

*breathe*

It's never easy. Having that talk.
The one where no matter how you word it, it's going to potentially crush their little worlds. Change them forever. So many questions. Is this the right thing? How do you know? How did this all happen so fast? Am I effing up my kids? Am I being an asshole?

Companion and I have decided to split.
We had a plan. We didn't really stick to the plan. It kinda catapulted into fast-forward maximum overdrive.
We officially told the kids last night.
We went through the whole "Mom and Dad are going to live in different houses", "We both love you very much", "There will be times when you stay with Mom, and other times you will stay with Dad", "Dad's apartment is really cool and has an indoor swimming pool" "Dad would really like if you helped him decorate his place with pictures you draw"......
And I think they understood.

I think.

Jaysen didn't really react as I had expected, although I'm not really sure what I expected... We told him over dinner. He listened, and didn't really have any questions other than if I was going to stay in the house with him. He was excited to hear about the pool. But it was a hesitated kind of excitement. When he was finished eating, he said "I'm going to get Rylan. You tell him what you just told me". That was a pretty bold statement. It told me that he understood the basis of what's going on. He understood the importance. I'm preparing for the real questions to come in a few days. Processing.

Processing.
Processing.
Processing.

9

Happy 9th Birthday Jaysen!!!!!

You are so very loved by so many people. But mostly, by me.
Which is totally special because...well, because it's me.

You are so very awesome. You amaze me every day with how far you've come, and how much you are maturing. I still remember those days when I would kiss your little bald head and breathe in your sweet baby-smell. Now, you kind of have that Justin Bieber hair thing going, and often smell like sweat socks.

But I love you, Bear.
And every year, this day is so very special to me, because I am reminded that it is you who made me what I am today. Because the day you were born is also the day I became a mom. And that is the greatest gift in the world.

Happy Birthday, Jaysen!
Party like a rockstar.

Announcement

The Red One?

Is totally potty training.

Life is good.