Roll Call

It is going on two weeks… it is what I call roll call.

“Mama! Mama, off!” Kade is awake.

I do some goofy thing as I come up the stairs to start the day out with a giggle. Lately, the mornings have been the roughest part of our days. There is a lot going on around you. There has been a great deal of change that you can see and feel. I think the tantrums are your way of communicating you are unsure, scared and confused as to what you see and sense. It makes sense as to why you have started your morning roll call.

I open the door and try to get a smile. You pop up.

You point at me, “Mama?”
“Yes, I am Mama.”
You ask, “Dada?”
“Dada is working.”
“Oh.”
You ask, “Papa?”
“Papa is not here.”
“No?”
“No.”
“K.”
You ask, “GG?”
“Kade, GG is working today.”
“K.”
You ask, “Ta-ta?”
“I think Ta-ta is at her house.”
“Oh. K.”
You ask the last question-
“Oso?”

I grab him out of your crib and show him to you, “Here is that silly ole Oso!”
You giggle.
You grab your Cookie Monster, your Bee as well as your blanket and push all of them into my hands as I hold your balding bear.

I am buried needing to lift you and carry you down the stairs. All is calm as the roll call is complete. We can watch ‘Lalalalala.’