Take a breath...

Over the past couple of weeks on the tail end of a month plus of sicky and now this sleep (or non-sleep) phase I've noticed myself on edge and mostly about Truman; him being safe or doing or not doing something etc... to the point where I'm even telling myself, "Kelli he'll be okay, just take a breath".  Rodney has been telling me for the past week that I need to relax or I'm going to give myself an early heart attack (in a nice constructive way of course) ;)

It's TRUE, I'm going to make a conscious effort to just let him be a boy and let he and Henry be boys together.. UGH, its so hard to step back and let him learn on his own - but apparently taking a dive out of the crib and breaking his arm was okay ;)  I want to make sure that I'm not adding to his separation anxiety!

I want him to exert himself, put himself out there, feel confident and competitive, pick himself up when he falls down etc... its my/our job to start teaching him those things now!

- not always all knowing mama