Haircut, Office, and Pee

This past weekend was very low key, which I needed. I think the boy may have needed some more excitement, but I just wanted to hang out at home, which is exactly what we did on Sunday. On Saturday we started out with a hair cut for Dermot. His hair is thick and grows crazy fast - just like both of his parents. We always let it go too long before we go to get it cut. It never bothers him, but I hate to see it start to stick up in the back. That's even worse now that it's winter hat weather. It's also easier to clean his hair in the bath when it's short, but I hate paying 20 bucks plus tip for a kids' cut.

After the hair cut we were off to Mama's office. Dermot's daycare requested pictures of the kids' parents at their desks. They want to put them around the kids' computer in the kids' "office". I thought that was cute. Of course, when I got to work one of my colleagues was there. We ended up talking business for a while, but then we got pictures of me and Dermot at my desk. Then we also took pictures of Daddy and Dermot at my desk since Daddy's office is a little off limits. Ethan works on some top secret pharmaceutical stuff, and it's never worth messing with the FDA.

Dermot was totally shy as I was introducing him to people. I realized that he hardly ever meets new men. At school I introduced him to a male English professor, our male IT guy, and a male custodian. Dermot wouldn't talk or look at any of them. I thought that Dermot might like my friend Alan (the English prof.) because he's fun, youthful and good with kids, but Dermot went and hid behind me. After the office visit we came home and just chilled out.

In other Dermot news, there is no news on the daycare front because the meeting of the teachers and administration was canceled. The director's husband ended up in the hospital the night before with a heart attack or stroke and that's the last we have heard.

My news, however, is that I have been up since 2 AM. Dermot woke up at that time and started changing his pajamas. I asked him if he had peed while he was sleeping. He said, "No", he was just a little wet. I told him the wet was pee. Then I told him to go to the bathroom and change that I would handle everything. He was upset, so I told him that accidents happen and we were prepared for them. I also told him that he would not get in trouble for wetting the bed. I just need to know so that I can take care of it. Then I went for his real fear, and I told him that he would not lose the Star Destroyer for wetting the bed. I told him that he had earned that and that I would not take it away for wetting the bed. This morning when he woke up he told Ethan that I wouldn't take away his Star Destroyer. So we had another talk about how I wouldn't take it away for wetting the bed. I, however, might decide to take it away if he's really bad like hitting or yelling or not following directions. He seemed to accept that. Poor kid is so hard on himself. I wonder where he gets that:) Sometimes that's the problem with marrying someone so like yourself - your kids are going to have so many of the characteristics that you share. This can be good - smart, math-y, and science-y, and bad - perfectionist, stubborn, worst personal critic. Even worse, I don't think that either Ethan or I have particularly good coping skills to pass on to Dermot regarding these traits:)