The day of my dreams. The day that seemed to be oh so far away.
The day six months ago when Denis and I were finally mother and son forever! Wow, it has been 6 months. He was a baby when I collected him, today he is a little boy.
As I carry Denis to the bedroom at night time he will try and convince me to lie down with him. Every day he ups the ante and it is so cute, he absolutely has me in stitches.
The other day he gently stroked my cheek and said, "Mama lie down, Mama tired too." as he nodded his head and looked at me with a very serious concerned look on his face.
Tonight he told me that I was tired too and then he took my hand and pulled it up to my mouth and told me to 'try' and he used my hand to gently tap my mouth. Oh I get it, I should try to yawn because I'm tired. Ya gotta love it.
I took these pictures, or should I say I tried to take these photos one day when Denis had the water hose in the backyard.
These photos make me think of Denis playing with my brother.
My brother and Denis have pretend water fights in the living room. They pretend to have hoses and they spray each other.
Denis LOVES these fights. I love watching Denis pretend to turn on a hose and spray my brother while he makes a 'shshshshs' sound.
I hadn't realized how totally invested Denis gets into these fights. During one pretend water fight the other day Denis ran out of the living room. I followed him as it was very unusual for him to leave a game. Denis went into the bathroom to wipe his imaginary wet face and arms with a real towel.
The other night as Denis and I sat on the steps of the porch putting on our socks and shoes for our evening walk Denis touched the house and we had the following conversation.
Denis: Mommy house. Me: Yes this is Mommy's house. And this is Denis' house too? Denis: Where Denis house? (looking around) Me: This is Denis' house. Denis: Denis house? (touching the house) Me: Yes, this is Denis' house and Mommy's house. Forever.
Denis touched the house again then his face lit up and he began to dance around singing, "Denis house, Denis house." It brought tears to my eyes. I think he is beginning to get it.
I survived and thrived with my sister home for a week.
To say that my son and sister don't actually get on would be an understatement. For the first 4 months or so my sister acted as though Denis wasn't there, that drove Denis crazy as he tried to get her attention. Then suddenly last month, during the Canada weekend, Kathryn started to demonstrate her awareness of Denis. Sometimes she points at Denis, sometimes she smiles, but mostly she gives him the evil eye or makes her mad sound at him.
Denis is forever telling my poor sister that she can't do things (as in get out of bed, use the shower, drink milk etc, etc). One day this week, Denis ran to the car as we prepared to go out and threw an imaginary item out to the seat where Kathryn would sit crying 'SNAKE' as he did it. As I helped my sister into the car Denis cried, "SNAKE BITE" I'm not sure if that was a warning to my sister or an order to the snake.
For years we as a family have said that Kathryn's abilities were at the level of a 2 1/2 year old. Since bringing Denis home I've realized that my sister's abilities are well below those of his age, she is much needier than Denis. I can show Denis something once and he adds it to his store of knowledge and moves ahead. Kathryn learns but a much, much, much slower pace, as in years slower.
But we all survived the week of Kathryn's day program holiday. Here's what we got up to.
Denis and I picked up Kathryn last Sunday and we went to TimHorton's and then to the farmer's market, all on my own with the two of them. We all walked into Tim's but at the market I put my sister into her wheelchair, and shortly afterwards I put Denis into his stroller (he was way past his nap time and getting very difficult). I then pushed both the wheelchair and the stroller back to the car at the same time. (The parking lot was very quiet other wise I'd have done one at a time) Tuesday my brother joined us for a morning at Pioneer Village. Wednesday my brother babysat Denis while Kathryn and I went out to knit night. Thursday evening we all went out to Wendy's for dinner. Friday Kathryn join us as we (my brother, Denis and I) had our chiro adjustment, shopping and a snack at TimHorton's.
And on Saturday evening I took Kathryn back to the group home on my own, she was not in a good mood and I was afraid she might attack Denis as I was driving.
I'd dreaded the week as I knew the needs of both son and sister, and I wasn't sure if either would accept me going out with the other, but it didn't seem to be a problem. Denis and I either went to the park each day or to ride the escalator at the mall while my sister watched her beloved Lawrence Welk.
There are 2 multiple day closures of my sister's day program, summer and Christmas. Next summer Denis can go to daycare during the day when my sister is home, so this summer was the real challenge. I feel very successful, like I've conquered a mountain or something. I'm not thinking about Christmas just yet, well not much.
Sad thing was dropping her off at her group home and the feeling of relief that washed over me. My anxiety level hovers around 9 out of 10 when my sister is with me. To think I lived that way the entire time she was with me and on all those weekends. No wonder my poor mother passed away at the early age of 71, the stress is a killer. Raising Denis requires I decrease the amount of time I have my sister at home which will decrease my stress a lot. So sad, but true.