Today was the first time that J sat for his haircut without crying and without me having to constantly pop m&m’s in his mouth to keep the tears and freaking out under control. He just sat there and ate two grape lollipops like it was nothing. It was a proud moment for me, but also a little sad not to feel “needed” anymore. (excuse the low quality iPhone pics)
Apparently, I spoke too soon. I promised he could ride the carousel since he was so brave. The minute the ride started moving the tears and freaking out started until I let him hold my hand. Double bonus, I got some exercise walking around and around and around and around and around … the carousel while he held onto my hand for dear life.
My Everyday Life 