Little Buddy, a tale in three pictures...................

 Sometimes this little boy of mine makes me want to rip my hair out and other times he makes me laugh and laugh.  Friday late afternoon was one of those times.  After an excellent day at school, which is unusual for a Friday, he was happy and content to play, very chatty as always.  Later in the afternoon I gave him his iPad and reviewed the rules, no going on games you aren't supposed to, no throwing fits when it is time to get off, give the iPad to Mom when she asks for it with no anger.  After an agreement to do just that I gave it to him and went outside to water plants.  After five minutes I came in to find him on a game he downloaded that he should not have been on.  I took the iPad away and then there was a lot of crying, fussing and backtalking.  I was told I was, "Going to jail" and he was. "Calling the police" Yay for me!  Jailtime might just be the peace and quiet I need.  I was also informed that he wanted a mom that, "was not angry and cruel"  

After finally getting him to go in the house and leave me alone a bit which lasted all of 35 seconds  he came back out and told me I was, grounded and to have a good time being grounded, and then he finally went inside for good.  Peace and quiet are a beautiful thing my friends but too much of it makes you wonder what exactly is going on.  I went inside to find his crutches at the bottom of the stairs and he was sitting up on the top step with his arms firmly folded in front of him and a very angry look on that cute face.  I asked him if he was upstairs waiting to tell Dad on me and he gave me a curt nod, yes.  

Now you have to understand I am almost hysterical by now. I was texting my sister and my friend Holly all of this and they were laughing, too.  

Suddenly I got this photo from my son who was working upstairs.

I know it is all grainy but you get the idea.  This made me laugh so much I was crying.  A few minutes later came this.

This photo with a message from my son saying Little Buddy is talking non stop so he can't get any work done. And then there was this....................

And here we are still talking and my son being a wonderful sport about it all letting him go on, and on, and on.  

After quite a while Mr. 27 came down and left for his apartment and finally Little Buddy came down and I asked him what he was doing and he replied he was just hanging out upstairs.  

What could have been a very tough afternoon with lots and lots of tantrums ended up making me laugh and laugh.

Thank you so much for your kind comments on my last post.  I find reading blogs that Teresa loved to be a way of still connecting to her.  Passing on her love of commenting has helped to soothe the ache I have in my heart. 

Stay safe my friends.