take two of playgroup
yesterday was round two of the playgroup. it was definitely better, not great, but better. this time i made sure not to put shoes on brooks (remember the hurt toe last time) and i was really positive about it with carson making sure not to ask him if he wanted to go. these days anytime you ask him if he want to do something his immediate response is NO. he doesn't even listen to what we are saying, it's just NO. so we walked in, me carrying brooks and carson with a death grip on my hand, but he walked the whole way from the car to the door. the woman in charge recognized us (i'm pretty sure everyone remembered us from the last time, we made that good of an impression, ha!) and helped carson walk to his room while i dropped off brooks. carson seemed fine to go with her which was great. i took brooks in and put him down. he was fine for about 2.2 seconds until another baby started crying. then it was all over. he looked up at me like, "where do you think you are going?" but i stayed strong, gave him a kiss and told him i would be back.
across the hall carson seemed to be playing with the toys checking out what they had so i told the lady that i wouldn't even come in, he seemed fine. again, about 2.2 seconds later i could hear him crying. i vowed to myself that i would give this the best effort i had so i just walked away. again, i could hear both my boys crying but this time they weren't the only ones and i was much stronger this time. probably because it wasn't the first time. i walked in to the room with the other moms, got my food and sat down.
several people said they were glad i came back, they weren't sure if i would. what does that mean? i must have really made an impression last time. anyway, i talked with several moms, we made some cute blankets to send on a mission trip with some of the moms who are going in a month, and just relaxed. it was much easier on me this time. i could hear the boys for about 15-20 minutes and then, nothing. i kept straining to hear something and every once in a while thought i did but when i went to the hall to listen better, nothing. maybe they were actually going to like it?
it came time to go pick them up and of course i was the first one there. carson saw me and had the biggest smile on his face. there were some tears in his eyes but they said he really wasn't crying he had just gotten a bit weepy but pulled it together and was fine. but, oh the reaction when i got him was better than anything else. he pointed to me and said, "that's mom!" and then put his head on my shoulder, wrapped his arms around me and kept saying, "ohhhhh, mom." after a few minutes of this and asking to go home he also looked at me and said, "where's brooks?" i think he can hear his brother crying and feels bad for him, or at least that's what i'm hoping.
we walked across the hall and i couldn't see b right away, then they pointed to the crib where he was passed out cold. they told me he had been there for about 30 minutes or so. i went over to get him and again, was greeted with a huge smile of relief. i scooped him up and carson and went to the car.
so all in all it was much better than last time. my hope is that each time it just gets better and better. i can hope, can't i?
across the hall carson seemed to be playing with the toys checking out what they had so i told the lady that i wouldn't even come in, he seemed fine. again, about 2.2 seconds later i could hear him crying. i vowed to myself that i would give this the best effort i had so i just walked away. again, i could hear both my boys crying but this time they weren't the only ones and i was much stronger this time. probably because it wasn't the first time. i walked in to the room with the other moms, got my food and sat down.
several people said they were glad i came back, they weren't sure if i would. what does that mean? i must have really made an impression last time. anyway, i talked with several moms, we made some cute blankets to send on a mission trip with some of the moms who are going in a month, and just relaxed. it was much easier on me this time. i could hear the boys for about 15-20 minutes and then, nothing. i kept straining to hear something and every once in a while thought i did but when i went to the hall to listen better, nothing. maybe they were actually going to like it?
it came time to go pick them up and of course i was the first one there. carson saw me and had the biggest smile on his face. there were some tears in his eyes but they said he really wasn't crying he had just gotten a bit weepy but pulled it together and was fine. but, oh the reaction when i got him was better than anything else. he pointed to me and said, "that's mom!" and then put his head on my shoulder, wrapped his arms around me and kept saying, "ohhhhh, mom." after a few minutes of this and asking to go home he also looked at me and said, "where's brooks?" i think he can hear his brother crying and feels bad for him, or at least that's what i'm hoping.
we walked across the hall and i couldn't see b right away, then they pointed to the crib where he was passed out cold. they told me he had been there for about 30 minutes or so. i went over to get him and again, was greeted with a huge smile of relief. i scooped him up and carson and went to the car.
so all in all it was much better than last time. my hope is that each time it just gets better and better. i can hope, can't i?
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