So, Saturday was a fantastic day. Nicholas and Mommy dropped Daddy off at the airport for his flight to Wisconsin for work. Then, we headed to the park. Nicholas was making friends and trying desperately to get new words out to the other kids at the park. We were over by the swings and he was swinging for a while and after getting off, as I bent down to grab my keys, he got right in the line of the girl swinging next to him and she flattened him to the ground. It wasn’t her fault. He cried for a good 5 minutes, then he was fine. It seemed like she really knocked the hell out of him, but when I took him to Grandma and Grandpa’s to go swimming afterward, I rubbed suntan lotion all over him and he didn’t flinch or give me any signs he was hurting. He had a few red marks on him – nothing too bad considering.

We spent the afternoon in the pool at Grandma & Grandpa’s house. It took us a while to get Nicholas in – he kept climbing into his play sink outside, but finally, he did get in. Then he clung to the ladder for a long time. He used to sit on the ladder in our pool last year and play – and he just never seemed to want to move past it last year. I don’t really believe it’s a comfort thing, I think it’s just what HE wants to do and when he gets an idea in his head – forget it.

So, today was another story, entirely. And since we started the IP6 on Friday (which by the way, a friend of ours came over and asked what I changed because he was so different) – I don’t know if he’s acting this way today because of the IP6 or because of the chlorine. Crap.

So, Nicholas and I get dressed and Nicholas says he wants Pizza. So Mommy decides to take Nicholas out for pizza. (what the heck was I thinking?) We go, park the car and get out, walk down to the restaurant. On the sidewalk on the way to the pizzeria, a store was having a sidewalk sale, so it was a bit of a pain getting through. We went in, got a table and I ordered the pizza. Nicholas decides he wants to go back outside and here we go. I was able to get him by one of their outdoor tables long enough to call inside and let them know we were outside. Pizza finally came out and he sat and ate like an angel. When we were done, getting him into the car wasn’t too much trouble.

So, we took a ride to a park, a different park from yesterday – he also likes the one at the school, so we went there. He had a fantastic time and then decided he was done. So we got in the car, drove home and Nicholas’s new thing is telling us to drive. He didn’t want to get out of the car. So, Mommy said, let’s go for ice cream. So, off we went.

Pulled into DQ, and luckily, there was no line. I got some ice cream and tried to get Nicholas to come into the front seat to share it with me. He squealed when I undid his seat belt. So I had to hand him spoons of ice cream from the front seat. No biggie. As I am backing out to drive, Nicholas decides to unfasten his seat belt and jump in the front seat. Here’s where the fun begins. I pull back into DQ and spend the next 45 minutes trying to get him back into his seat. Brutal. Did I mention it was like 102 degrees out? I figured giving him a bottle of iced tea would get him calm enough to put back into his seat, so I wait for the line to disappear and run over to get some. Nicholas decides to open the car door and get out, so I have to run and get him, then go back and get the drink. Fiasco. I finally get him in his seat, with a new drink, so we pull out of DQ and are at the stop light. Nicholas again decides to unbuckle his seat belt. (I look next to me and there’s a state trooper – don’t look this way buddy, last thing I need is a ticket!) At the next light, which was a few feet away, I was able to get him rebuckled and I reversed the release button on the latch, so he would have a tough time if he tried again.

So, I figured we’d head towards the airport praying that Daddy’s flight will arrive soon. If not, I would just head to the terminal where we can park and watch the planes come in. Daddy called before we got there, so we picked him up and headed home.

Nicholas continued to be a handful for the rest of the night. Everything was difficult. He clearly could not understand what we were saying to him. He seemed like he was in a cloudy haze.

At 10, I went to put him in bed and he wanted to go in his spaceship instead. So, Mommy got him in there and we stayed in for 2 hours. (figured he would fall asleep sometime, but he didn’t) – when we got out, he got right back in and wanted to stay in there. We had to let him fall asleep in there twice and then pick him up to carry him upstairs. He would crawl up in a ball at the top end of the chamber, so we couldn’t grab him from where we were. By the time we got him in bed it was after 1am (and we didn’t even get him in bed, he’s sleeping on the couch!) Just glad today is over and I hope when he wakes up in the morning, he’s back to being my child.