He Doesn’t Need Therapy Afterall!

We’ve had a long week, one of those weeks where everything is upside down and inside out and you can smell the stank of your exhaustion when you realize you haven’t had a shower in over 2 days. I’ve been trying to blog as often as I can but with two sick little ones it’s been a rather difficult task to sustain, but I’m trying – I promise.

I’m pretty sure I’ve written about this before, about how easily and readily Jacob has always adapted to the changes in his life. Generally, for the most part he has always been a sort of go with the flow of things kind of kid and it seems that’s how he’s been taking the whole new baby in the household situation. Since bringing Violet home I’ve waited patiently and knowingly for those moments of jealousy that would let us know he’s sort of kind of not okay with her being in his space….but they haven’t come. I guess it came as a huge surprise to us when Jacob (after a long day of fevers and doctor’s visits) blurted out a loud assertive….

“I WANT MY HOUSE BACK FROM VIOLET!!!”

I whipped my head around so fast I’m sure I probably got a touch of whip lash and made a mental note that “this was it….this was the moment we had been anticipating and planning for”…my heart started beating a bit more rapidly as Mike and I exchanged that look that parents exchange when they’re talking through their eyes – you know that look that says “what should we do now?” and after a few moments I asked Jacob what it meant to him that he wanted his house back from Violet? I’m not sure what type of response I had anticipated but what I got was a repetitive resounding….

“I WANT MY HOUSE BACK FROM VIOLET!”

“I WANT MY HOUSE BACK FROM VIOLET!”

“I WANT MY HOUSE BACK FROM VIOLET”

Not feeling we we really knew how to talk to him about it we snuggled him into his bed for the night and spent a few moments talking about it between us after the kids were sound asleep….plotting and planning for what we might say when it comes up again and sure enough as I was passing him one day he pointed into a room and said loudly…

“I WANT MY HOUSE BACK FROM VIOLET!”

I turned my head to look at what he was pointing at and saw the following which use to be his toy that we had stored away for Violet and told him that we’d put it in Violet’s room when she was bigger…

I sighed a huge sigh of relief knowing that I guess he is not going to need expensive therapy afterall and had a moment of stupidity – of course this is what he was talking about…..

It was only his most favorite toy EVER as a baby.

Violet just might have a hard time using it afterall…..we’ll see.

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