Mr Independant.

Tonight Jerron and I had planned to visit a vigil for Rose, a second grandma to my family since before I can remember. It was an opportunity to celebrate a good soul who had influenced me from the beginning. Rose was one of the only people who told my mom she would be having a girl when she was pregnant with me almost 30 years ago.
Josh needed to catch up on sleep so I figured Jerron and I would he fine going by ourselves and hearing my mom give a tribute. Just before we were about to leave I started dressing Jerron in his Sunday best. I made the dumb mistake of trying to put the pants on first, luckily Jerron was with the program and let me know that would not be allowed. After he had his shirt and vest on then it was time to put the pants, sock and shoes on. It is becoming evident that Jerron has a preference of how things should be done. We made it to the church but Jerron was way too tired to stay for the service so we come home just as it was going to start.
Upon arrival at home I immediately took Jerron to his room, where he made it abundantly clear that his preferences would not be ignored. He had grown very fond of his new dark socks and dress shoes. When I tried to remove the shoes a riot ensued! for 10 minutes we were wrestling. I first had to replace the dress slacks with flannel bottoms, and I think this is where the communication really broke down. I was in such a hurry to get the pajamas on that I forgot to put a night diaper on, and this is a problem! Trying to get a diaper changed while keeping the pajamas on is a trick in itself, but when there are a pair of small Hercules empowered hands grasping onto the ankles of said pajamas and pulling them up, this adds a great deal of difficulty. Finally the wailing and gnashing of teeth subsided after I somehow managed to exchange the diapers and get the little man back on his feet. It took some effort on my part not to burst out laughing in the middle of these struggles. When it was lights out his strong arms flew up for me to hold him and there was not a peep when I had finished singing our songs and tucked him into bed.
There were several moments today when I stopped to live in the moment. I watched Jerron warm up to a young man the moment he saw him and even let him carry him around a bit, and then watch him when another boy who was about 15 months old try to hug him, Jerron still refuses to hug anyone beside his cousin and pal Harli. This little man has his own agenda and everyday we are figuring it out more and more.

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In the picture you will see we all went away winners as Jerron as able to sleep,quite soundly, in his dark socks and dress shoes.