Some Brief Nostalgia

When I was still at my sickest, I had gone into Alex's room to try to calm him down. I'd heard him crying loudly and he was in a general state of upset and confusion. I sat on the beanbag to be with him, but he didn't want to hug or cuddle. He asked for milk and I told him he could have a sippy of milk, which made him very upset. He wanted a bottle. When I told him that bottles were for babies and that he wasn't a baby anymore, he cried 'I want to be a baby again! I want a bottle. I'm not a big boy! I'm not!'

Poor little guy was probably so scared and confused by my illness, he just wanted to go back to a safer time.

Today, while looking at some old photos, I asked him if he was still my little baby like in the photos. He said definitively 'No! I'm a boy!'. He even insisted that I refer to the photos of him from age 1 on as a 'boy' and not a baby.

Seems that as I get better, so is Alex. Yay!
Saturday, April 10"