I think the difference is I don't have regular readers, but I hate it when I am following a blog and they never post and never post and now I am THAT person. I suppose it is okay if blogging dropped from a great idea at the top of my New Year's goals to bottom of the barrel of my life (it's a deep, deep barrel). In the name of recording a bit, here goes:
Currently, we have grandparents here (Husband's Dad and Step Mom) and they are in all out grand kid spoiling mode. Oh, if only grand kids were less greedy and more grateful. We haven't seen them for 2.5 years, since my SIL's wedding, so it is fun to show them how the kids have grown, especially The Hulk, who they have never seen in person. He is quite the charmer, in his violent little way.
The Hulk likes to do something really naughty then instantly turn on cute and innocent in hopes of saving his misbehaved little self from discipline. He is SO cuddly when he isn't violent-that hasn't changed. He is saying a ton of words and busting out sentences, and deep in my heart I am hoping that he won't have a speech delay...please, just 1 of them. I am thankful that I have had 4 healthy kids, but 1 of them not needing speech therapy and being able to have meaningful conversation with people besides me as a toddler would be quite a treat.
The Quiet Man gets to go to an inclusion preschool this fall. He is not picking up his speech quickly enough. Ironically, he is the first kid who his speech therapist has had who can make every individual sound without any problems, but then resorts to gibberish as soon as you engage him in conversation. What does that mean? I don't know. His therapist says she wouldn't be surprised if he just started talking crystal clear one day, but I doubt that would happen. I have great faith that preschool where he has 4 teachers/aides interacting with him and working on sounds and no mommylator (mom who translates) to help him out will help him grow and grow.
Obi Wan (is that my smarty pants name, hoopsie) is officially GT (that's what the people in the know call gifted and talented kids), and though everyone gets bored of a bragger, I can't believe that out of my average self came a kid who is super smart. It cracks me up, and suddenly so many things that he's done and said through the years make sense. He is just functioning on a different plane than the rest of us. I feel guilty (mom guilt, bleh) because I want to stimulate his mind enough so that he can grow, but that mind can soak in a lot of information. I need to learn more and strike a balance between encouraging him to learn and teaching him that he doesn't need to act like a know it all in all situations. Sometimes, he is just cute about it, and then I don't mind. He keeps reading and reading, and he informed me yesterday that he didn't like his brand new curtains his grandma made for him so much but that he could live with them but they were boring. I just had to leave the room. I already tell myself I'm not good enough. It stings when the kids join in the beatings.
Judy Moody is still getting that sense of humor. Explaining the birds and bees to her last fall has brought on a lot of questions, a lot of moments where my innards were squirming uncomfortably on the inside as I tried to calmly and clearly and concisely answer her odd questions. I am trying to avoid the freaking out and yelling who put you up to this that my mom did. Another thing I have to have faith on is that we have done the right thing and that being open but age appropriate won't bite me in the butt later on. I want her to know the "LOVE" is a beautiful, natural but meant for specific times with a specific person. The questions he comes up with, though! Who thinks of that stuff when they're 9. I thought of stuff like that when I was a teenager or already married. Life is full of YIKES moments.
The Husband and I are training up to first a 5K. I AM SO HAPPY because he thought he could never run due to a sore knee, but lo and behold with appropriate training he is rocking and has actually increased my speed. Our hope is a 10K or half marathon in October but that is a serious amount of mileage for my busy, tired, chocolate and ice cream loving soul. We will see.
I just got a job opportunity in my same field which I would need to do in addition to my current job. I kind of think it's too crazy and kind of want to try it because what if it led to something that allowed me better hours with my family. It's one of those things where you ask if it's the Lord making something fall into your lap or a temptation to lure you away from what's important, etc. IDK, IDK, IDK.
But warm weather is good and fun family in town is great, and I love life.
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