After a million “no”‘s, a thousand time outs, loads of tears and a lot of frustration; Silas seems to have stopped hitting. He does a teeny tiny bit but nothing major. The one major thing I’ve learned thus far is that no matter what, you need to be consistent. I’ve won a couple battles that way so far. I’m so glad I stuck to my guns and kept with it. Silas is also settling into this place rather nicely. It seems as though he’s happier in here than that tiny apartment. I guess that walls were closing in on him as well. I’m glad to see him happier. I remember a post a few days ago where I felt like I had nothing to give my kids, that I wasn’t able to make them happy but I don’t feel that anymore. I guess the move was hard on everyone. Ikey has been a champ at nursing lately. I need to lay on my side but I’m ok with laying down. I love being lazy. I like nursing to be a happy time. I’m glad that I pushed through that nursing bump. I knew we’d get through it. Silas and I got through it too. There was a moment when all I wanted to do was go buy some formula and a bottle. I just couldn’t do it though, really it’s not an option in my house. I’m sure we’ll have a few more bumps along the way. Nursing sucks so much at the beginning but soon it’s easy and soon it’s over. I’m going to party very hard when it’s over and then I’m going to CLEANSE and donate blood and smoke heroine. K no Heroine. But I’ve really been wanting to cleanse and donate blood. I’m really rabbit trailing today.
Silas counted to eight yesterday. I don’t know who taught him that. I guess those counting books?? He’s still very clever I guess.