A full day, play by play

This morning started off with great calm. First E woke up but still wanted to cuddle which was fine with me as it bought me a few more minutes of sleep. Much needed rest since I stayed up most of the night worried he would wake up and "explore" his way out of the room.

We headed out to eat which was surprisingly not a disaster. I am not sure if the coffee drop I gave him helped him relax and enjoy or if it was still early and we sat far back in the restaurant where it was less noisy. Either way, he sat ate some of his meal without raising a fuss. N just kept reading so we had to constantly remind him to eat. Only towards the end when we all were wrapping up did E start to get a bit difficult. Fortunately, it was just as we were getting ready to leave so that saved us from public scrutiny.

After breakfast, we went to the beach, which was nice for the kids. I am not sure I handle the beach well at all. Actually, I am positive I didn’t but with good reason, I think. My husband and I disagree here. I feel it is important to teach basic rules first and then we can explore extending those rules. For instance, I believe it is important that E be aware of the dangers that the beach presents and the importance of NEVER going into the water past his ankles because he can’t swim and can easily be slept away. Also, if he understands these rules as Gods word, then my hope is that if he ever finds himself alone near a body of water, he will not enter it with out his grownup. On the other hand my husband believes that I should let him have fun as he inches his way past the acceptable zone just because he is present and allows E to set the limits. If I wasn’t there, I am sure he would have been further out. I should note that my husband can barely swim, so having him on swim guard is a bit unnerving.  An adventurer himself, he forgets about the dangers or the importance of rules and structure for a child like E. Either way I was stressed. N kept asking me if I was OK which made me feel even worse. I wanted to have fun with them, it was just hard.

Then they were supposedly going to the playground but E hoodwinked my husband and took his chance and ran (Dad gives E way to much space between them), E proceeded to run up a twenty foot staircase to go down a slide I forbid him from doing. Then when I tell them both that I saw what happened, my husband tells E, “I told you that we would get in trouble.” That didn’t seem very supportive but I guess someone had to be the bad guy. My husband does try and I know he is just trying to be the best dad he knows how to be. I just wish he would really hear me when I express my worries and concerns in situations like this.  I’m sure he has a few choice complaints about me as well. In any case, I tried to push through though under my breathe I did say a few choice words to my husband, who I think desperately wishes I was a bit easier to deal with too.

After a short break in the hotel room for lunch, the kids wanted some TCBY. We wanted to see them enjoying themselves and needed to get out of the room so we went. All three were wonderful. They picked their flavors and sat , most of the time. My daughter was wiggly but ate with out being told. E was overjoyed but became fixated on where the man went that served the ice cream. At this point, he started searching the TCBY for him. Wanting to go behind the counter.  So that was small, but we easily redirected him and were able to get out with no issues.

Ripleys - E was in no mood for pictures

Then against MY better judgment, we went to Ripley's Believe it or Not. Honestly, I was going to divide the kids up at this point but E wanted to go. I hated the idea of leaving him out in the first place, so I said we would try it. Worst thing is we would have to leave. Actually, the worst thing would be us tossed out for E breaking something but I was hopeful he wouldn’t.

Things started off wrong right from the start. E wants space. He rarely likes to hold hands. Often I am tugging him back or running after him. He refuses to where a harness so the moment I tugged him and reminded him to stay close or to stop trying to put things in his mouth, he screamed as if Lucifer himself had shown up. I gave him some space while cornering him off waiting for calm and speaking to him with a gentle voice, reassuring him that we were going to go in. Once in, I tried not to restrain him to much but stay close. Dad did his job in monitoring E while I tended to the other kids. E always looked for me when he wanted me to see something but I don’t think he would have called for me if he was lost in the crowd. He was like a pinball, bouncing from one exhibit to the next. The stress was elevating for all of us and I could see he was excited. Excitement often leads to unpredictable behaviors. We are still working on expressing excitement.

Ripley's was over and I was relieved. As we walked back down the stairs, it led us to....an

Of course it’s an alien game

ARCADE!! Oh the horror. Forget the spooky Oddities they had, this felt like a nightmare. Immediately, the chase was on. It was “Oh, can I do this one?” as he ran from us to do it. My loving husband, who wants to see his kids happy said yes before I had a chance to reply to the request. I could have done without the running around but the kids did OK for a bit.  My daughter was a champion player  on the nerf game and even beat her big brother a few times. It wasn’t until the money ran out that E had a full on meltdown. First sitting on the floor staking his claim to the game he didn’t get to play. Here it became a challenge for me. Usually, I try to remain calm as strangers with their judging eyes glare at us but this is often anxiety inducing. I get down to his eye level but he turns from me. Pro move. Then I touch his arm and he screams as if I was trying to abduct him. He starts hitting and tried to bite me. Now I’m having hot flashes and tell him, “I’m sorry E but we are done. I have no more money to spend here. Enough!”

He walks out only to sit outside and protest a bit more. I tell him that “we can go home now if he likes or we can do one more day of vacation. those were his options. that he needed to help us help him calm down.” He sat frustrated but eventually surrendered, gave me a kiss and held my hand down the steps. Then told me “I don’t want you, I want daddy”, i replied, “If you want daddy right now, that is okay with me.” And he walked over to his dad, held hands and got in the car easy. We went back to the hotel where he soon after fell asleep next to his daddy. It was a long day for him.

As the twins slept, I took the time to go shell hunting alone with N. It was so great to be out on the beach with the calming sound of the ocean,  now able to enjoy my oldest son in his element, exploring nature. We talked for two hours and I even let him have chocolate cake at 9 pm. Wild fun! Haha!

We hit a few rough batches today but over all, it was a good day.

We are blessed for sure. With love and dedication anything is possible!