I can't even...

The day Bode found out that the kindergartners at Oakdale were doing a play, he came home and said, "Mom, can you make sure we are in Disney World on December 17th because I am NOT going to be in the puppy dog play."

The next thing I know the same kid, who just last week clung to me like a leach when I tried to take him to children's bible hour at church, is singing the solo in said play. (It will come as no surprise that they threw Mia in the show for good measure and turned the song into a duet.)

And when I heard my two kids singing on stage I died, then I left my body, went to heaven, heard angels singing, came back into my body, and then came to consciousness. I may or may not have had a slight overreaction.

Just a couple of months ago this kid refused to go to school and initiated a stand-off that made me question my own will to live.  

Now, he loves his friends, loves the cafeteria food, and loves dodgeball days in P.E.

He couldn't be happier.
And I couldn't be more relieved.