Today was one of those days, as a mother, when you know your son will spend some couch time trying to get over what you did. I assume every child has therapy at some point in his/her life, but today will be that moment . . . it will be the moment when Jackson says "I was a happy child, with great parents and a decent life until the day that mommy . . . "
So, I brought Jackson into school today, because the nurse was leading a Babysitting Club, and they wanted a "real life baby" to observe. Jackson fit the bill as a fun loving one year old, so he got the role without much protest. I took him in a bit early to get him settled and used to his surroundings. Sixteen 8th grade girls walked in the nurse's door, ready for club, and crammed themselves in an 8 by 8 area surrounding him on the floor, just loving the sight of him. Jackson was eating it up. He blew kisses at them, handed them toys, gave them high fives, smiled, and laughed. It wasn't until the last 10 minutes that he will never forgive me. ever.
Up until this point, the girls had only changed diapers on dolls. The diapers were full of green bean puree to simulate a nasty poop, but green beans smell like roses compared to the real thing. Today was the big day, as it was time to practice a diaper change on a real life baby! Jackson is not the easiest baby to change, so when he started flipping and turning over, I urged them all to break into song. At the top of our lungs, we sang "Wheels on the Bus" in complete unison . . . the lucky 8th grader was given the opportunity to change himn while we distracted him a bit. It's an odd memory to have. I hope that it doesn't end up being his first memory that he is able to recall. Maybe he'll just block it out . . . I'll start saving for the therapy bill.
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