Ah mystery cuts, how I despise you…
Somehow I have cut one of my fingers on the joint. It’s little, but wouldn’t you know, the little ones always hurt the most. Especially when you’re marathon cleaning because the man you haven’t seen in over a year will be coming home on leave sooner that I think but not soon enough.
So, my room isn’t clean. I’m sweaty as hell, the bathroom’s at a halfway point, but the sink finally is draining again. Class site is buggy again, oh joy. So the plan once Cae’s on the bus is to take my meds, eat something, get dressed and clean till the class site’s up.
Cae got on the bus this morning and freaked out because he was expecting his driver from last year, Miss R. Imagine his surprise when it was Mrs M? I’ve got a strong suspicion that Mrs M was one of my drivers when I was in elementary school, but I digress… He has a meltdown after showing Mrs M he can do his own seatbelt, thank you very much, and she is freaking brilliant! She asked me to go get his favorite toy – White Baby.
Yes. My sweet sensitive little guy loves his baby dolls. Cars are cool, blocks are interesting, but when he’s having a meltdown or feeling like he needs a cuddle but doesn’t want to be around people, nothing beats a baby doll. His favorite is a beat up generic dolly with a white body suit and socks that he calls “White Baby”. Yes, he’s five. Yes, I think it’s healthy. No, I’m not taking it from him, because when he gets the freak outs, White Baby fixes it. He’s a good “daddy” to White Baby, and there are times that White Baby is a power ranger, or cries, or is sleeping. Much like brown fuzzy, his favorite blanket, White Baby doesn’t get washed often. It’s body suit is more grey than white right now. It’s got smears of chocolate on it’s head, too.
But White Baby is well loved, and makes him happy, and that’s all that matters to me… There are no gender specific toys. Really. If your little boy is playing with dollies, or wearing your shoes, don’t flip out. It’s no big deal.