My biggest little man...

Today, I woke up happy. Yes, I was tired from waking up 3 times during the night because of the kids, but happy. At 4am, my oldest, Patrick, woke up. He walked to our door and knocked. He wanted to be put back to bed - by ME. This hardly ever happens! Because of his condition, he has a hard time showing emotions towards people. That combined with the fact that he's a 5 year old boy wanting his independence makes me feel not very loves sometimes! I know he loves me, but when you have to pin him down just to get a hug or to give him a kiss on the cheek, it's hard! I'm not his #1 anymore (like when he was a baby), now I'm #2. Which is fine, but it makes me sad.

So this early morning, when he woke up and asked for me, I was happy. I laid down next to him and he turned around, gave me a hung, touched my arm and fell asleep. It was the cutest thing! I stayed there a few long seconds just enjoying the feeling... He woke up again half an hour later, so I realized something must be wrong (since he wouldn't talk) and I realized he had eaten a few bites of a sausage at 6pm and hadn't eaten a thing since 2pm. He hardly ate all day because he was too anxious about his birthday and starting school. So I brought him a big glass of milk to fill his empty tummy 'till morning and he fell asleep and is still asleep now - at 9am! Poor little thing.

So for now, we're going to lay off with the school and his birthday. We're trying to get him excited for it (because we are!), but he's just getting more and more anxious. When a going-to-be 5 year old refuses to go to a party store to buy stuff for his birthday, there's definitely something wrong!

Here's my cute biggest little man: