Sad Goldfish

Well the first couple days of this new adventure have been well- not very exciting. With the weather and the lack of extra funds to go do activities- we've been pretty much at the house. It's actually been really nice. Relaxing.

Today was the first day that I noticed something up with Bear. Normally, at the store I have to do everything in my power to keep him somewhat near the cart. This morning, I was practically dragging him around wal-mart to find wherever they moved the fish food too- I had to carry him, nuzzled in my arms from one end of the store to the other.

He just looked so sad. I thought maybe goldfish would cheer him up- but in the car he kept talking about how the goldfish were sad. "Why are the goldfish sad Bear?" "goldfish sad"

That was all I could get out of him.

The rest of the day he just walked around glazed over. I wasn't really feeling well so it wasn't really something I wanted to change- I could handle a day of cuddling on the couch watching "mommy daddy shows"

Later, we started playing with puzzles and he grabbed one with a bunch of dogs on it.

"Doggy sad"

That's when it clicked. I know, I'm a horrible mom for it taking so long- but it clicked.

"Doggy sad"
"Bear, why is the doggy sad?"
"Doggy sad"
"Bear, should we call daddy? Do you want to talk to daddy on the phone?"

No response.

"Let's call daddy"

I got Joe on the phone, and finally, Bear cracked a smile.

He still didn't talk to Joe- or to me- but he looked a little more alive than he had all day. After Joe hung up the smile faded.

"Doggy sad"

oh man, that didn't work.

"Doggy sad"
"What would make the doggy happy bear?"

A smirk.

A tackle.

Than tickles.

and finally some laughter.


I realized today how much of an effect Joe has on Bear. I also realized that my toddler who never seems to be able to communicate things at the right time- is actually learning how to communicate how he is feeling. Even if it's through inanimate objects.

and I couldn't be more proud of him.


We've got quite a ways to go before Dad can tickle- but I think we'll make it. Now I'm even more excited to see where this adventure takes us.