Paint toesies (dad)

Nevan's first phase is now completed. It lasted three days. His next phase will last longer and may be tougher. I asked mommy to stay two nights back to back. He had a lot of meds to take orally for these three days so I thought it best to leave the negotiator at the helm. What takes me (Dad) 20 minutes to negotiate it takes mom 10 and with less of a fight. Definitely the way she can make up roles and stories to go along with what's happening. I took the time at home to keep up on cleaning and phone calls and financials. It's also nice to spend some one on one with Nylah. I picked her up from Nana's house last night having lots of fun watching old videos of Nevan in the backyard. I take her home. It's late so no bath just a bottle and some games and books then bed. The night before I picked her up from daycare and went straight home. After a bottle she disappeared upstairs. 2 minutes later she returns with 2 bottles of pink nail polish. "paint toesies" she says. "fingers too?" I respond. "ya". I talk her into cutting and cleaning her nails first. 8 hours at daycare. Who knows what's under those nails. She sits nicely until I'm done. She even lets me dry them with the hair dryer. That's moms trick. She has different colours for hands and feet. She's happy "priky girl" she says. I get her ready for bed. She wants to play operation. Simple enough right? Not her way of playing. The game rules change every day. I just go with it. I put her in crib, cover and say goodnight. Done. Easiest kid you'll ever put to bed. Half the time she says "bed" on her own. It's best to oblige immediately.... The next day I get her off to daycare. We have to look at the construction vehicles in the parking lot first. They are building a new playground for the toddlers these next few weeks. "Big Crock" she says. Big truck... I drop her off with her teacher. All the teachers there are really great. We chose wisely when considering daycares. Everyone is concerned for Nevan's health. They sent him some of his old favorite daycare cookies. Today I made him his favorite chocolate chip pancakes. A little burnt again. I need a timer. I bring them down as soon as I'm done. The drive down highway 8 is peaceful. Fields. Animals. Winding roads. Windows down and tunes cranked. Helps me with the stress. But then I feel sad because Nevan's been locked in a room for past 2 weeks. The guilt sets in. The drive is short enough that I get there before it gets worse... Pancakes have arrived! He eats well, does his meds with mom and goes for a nap! It's a good day so far. Daddy's turn to sleep over tonight. Video games, movies, treats. Not much different then any other day really! Cross fingers for a 4th "good night" in a row....