Thursday, May 19, 2011
Dinner Conversation
Tonight at dinner, B decided that he didn't want to wear his shirt anymore. So somehow, he got his arm out of the sleeve but up through the head hole. Well, he was stuck. I helped him get out of it the rest of the way. For dessert, he ate shirtless. At some point, D looked at him and said, "B doesn't have boobies, he has nibbles!" David was at the sink trying not to laugh out loud although I heard him snickering and I looked at her and smiled. I said, "what did you say?" She said it again and I asked her if she meant "nipples." She said, "that's what I said, nibbles." We went back and forth a few times and finally she agreed that it was "nipples." At least this was a better conversation than the one we had a breakfast yesterday. I can't remember what she was trying to rhyme but whatever it was, the word "fuckly" came out of her mouth. And she said it over and over and over again. David and I both had to bite our tongues because we wanted to laugh so badly. But neither of us said a thing and kept our mouths closed. As fast as the word came out, it went away. A good parenting moment. :)
Saturday, May 14, 2011
It's been awhile!
I find that writing two blogs is not easy. Usually I barely have time to write one post. I've been giving a lot of time to B's blog and his speech stuff. It consumes my time. And energy. But he's improving a lot with all the therapy and I'm so happy about it.
So it's been a month almost since I last wrote. I'm sure cute things have been said, pictures have been taken and life has moved along in our house. B's birthday was on Thursday. He turned 2. Unbelievable how fast time flies. He's grown into a such a little boy. He's definitely not a baby anymore. Sometimes I forget that though because of his speech delay. He has words now, not just sounds. He saya "ball" and "ca-ca" or "craka" for cracker. He says "mo" for more. He says "I" and "eye" as well as "knee," "blue," and "tree." When he's provoked, he can say two syllable words. The best one to date is "Day-na." But he can do "bunny," "honey," and "bye-bee" for baby. He's really moving along. I will post the speech therapists list soon.
D is 4 and exerting her stubborn, bossy side these days. It makes for interesting times. In particular, if B wants her to do something and she says "no," there's usually a hair pulling incident after she screams at him. It's really fun. There's a lot of frustration between those two right now. I can't wait until that ends. But on the whole, D is doing well. David went to a parent teacher conference at her school yesterday and was told that she is doing really well. Apparently she needs to work on cutting with scissors but other than that, no real issues. She is normally a very sweet kid. We're finding it very hard to discipline her though. She just doesn't seem to care about having things taken away. The only thing that "counts" is her lamby and there's only so many times we can threaten that one. I think I'm going to talk to B's child development therapist about it. I hate yelling and this morning I went off. On both of them. Not good.
Mother's Day was last weekend. The day was shared with David's birthday so we didn't do a whole lot about it. David made me a nice breakfast and the kids and the dog gave me cards. There had been a Mother's Day event at D's school that I went to and that was fun. It gave me and D a chance to be alone together. I don't think we get enough of that with all of B's therapies. Perhaps that's part of her issues right now. Anyway, it was nice to spend time with her.
D has been talking about babies coming out of people's tummies for the last several days. A couple people we know have had babies recently. So over breakfast this morning, this conversation was had:
D: "Did B come out of your belly?"
Me: "Nope."
D: "Did B come out of your vagina?"
Me: "Yes, so did you."
D: "Huh. Do babies come out of your bottom?"
Me: "No, that's where you poop."
D: "I don't want a baby to come out of my bagina."
Me (laughing hysterically at this point): "Sweetie, you don't have to worry about that for a long time."
From the mouths of babes.
So it's been a month almost since I last wrote. I'm sure cute things have been said, pictures have been taken and life has moved along in our house. B's birthday was on Thursday. He turned 2. Unbelievable how fast time flies. He's grown into a such a little boy. He's definitely not a baby anymore. Sometimes I forget that though because of his speech delay. He has words now, not just sounds. He saya "ball" and "ca-ca" or "craka" for cracker. He says "mo" for more. He says "I" and "eye" as well as "knee," "blue," and "tree." When he's provoked, he can say two syllable words. The best one to date is "Day-na." But he can do "bunny," "honey," and "bye-bee" for baby. He's really moving along. I will post the speech therapists list soon.
D is 4 and exerting her stubborn, bossy side these days. It makes for interesting times. In particular, if B wants her to do something and she says "no," there's usually a hair pulling incident after she screams at him. It's really fun. There's a lot of frustration between those two right now. I can't wait until that ends. But on the whole, D is doing well. David went to a parent teacher conference at her school yesterday and was told that she is doing really well. Apparently she needs to work on cutting with scissors but other than that, no real issues. She is normally a very sweet kid. We're finding it very hard to discipline her though. She just doesn't seem to care about having things taken away. The only thing that "counts" is her lamby and there's only so many times we can threaten that one. I think I'm going to talk to B's child development therapist about it. I hate yelling and this morning I went off. On both of them. Not good.
Mother's Day was last weekend. The day was shared with David's birthday so we didn't do a whole lot about it. David made me a nice breakfast and the kids and the dog gave me cards. There had been a Mother's Day event at D's school that I went to and that was fun. It gave me and D a chance to be alone together. I don't think we get enough of that with all of B's therapies. Perhaps that's part of her issues right now. Anyway, it was nice to spend time with her.
D has been talking about babies coming out of people's tummies for the last several days. A couple people we know have had babies recently. So over breakfast this morning, this conversation was had:
D: "Did B come out of your belly?"
Me: "Nope."
D: "Did B come out of your vagina?"
Me: "Yes, so did you."
D: "Huh. Do babies come out of your bottom?"
Me: "No, that's where you poop."
D: "I don't want a baby to come out of my bagina."
Me (laughing hysterically at this point): "Sweetie, you don't have to worry about that for a long time."
From the mouths of babes.
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Kids say the darndest things - Part 2
So I was putting D's lotion on her a couple nights ago. Patting her bottom I said, "you know, these are your butt cheeks." She laughed, thought it was so silly and then the next day said to her daddy, "Did you know butts have cheeks? Why don't penises have cheeks?"
What do you say to that? Needless to say, we tried very hard not to laugh...too much. :)
What do you say to that? Needless to say, we tried very hard not to laugh...too much. :)
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Kids say the darndest things
D and I were looking at her baby pictures last night and she said, "I'm so cute I want to hold myself!"
Today at speech therapy, B said "bumpy." He could have said "dog," "cat," or something else but he chose "bumpy." He did say "bye" and "ca" for cat. But it's still only when provoked and the therapist really has to get him to focus. He does this looking away thing that makes me think he has ADD or something. God, I hope he doesn't.
I think I will just focus on the good stuff tonight and go to bed.
Today at speech therapy, B said "bumpy." He could have said "dog," "cat," or something else but he chose "bumpy." He did say "bye" and "ca" for cat. But it's still only when provoked and the therapist really has to get him to focus. He does this looking away thing that makes me think he has ADD or something. God, I hope he doesn't.
I think I will just focus on the good stuff tonight and go to bed.
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Snow!
Today we went to the snow. Yes, in April. Yesterday a cold front came through and since it rained here, I figured it snowed a bit up in the local mountains. I looked at road conditions but failed to see if there was actually any snow! So we loaded the car with lots of clothes, some blankets and food and drove an hour north. Fortunately my dad was home and called a few places for us to find out if there was snow. We ended up in Frazier Park. Parked on the side of the road where we were on the shady side of a hill...that I used to trash bag down as a kid. Oh the memories. It was cold. 34 degrees and breezy. B was apprehensive. Didn't know what was going on or what he was stepping in. Never really warmed up to the whole thing (no pun intended). D of course had a blast. For the first time in the snow, they did great and it was just the right amount. We were only outside in it for about 20 minutes but it was just enough. We even made it home for nap. :)
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Words are coming!
B is saying "Mommy!" It's been "MaMaMa" for so long and then yesterday it was finally "Mommy." B is sick again. He has a cold. He didn't nap yesterday. And yet, he's been so chatty. He's been trying new words. We can't totally understand him sometimes but the words are coming. Baby was "bubby" today at speech therapy. He called Grandpa, "Pa." Much to my amazement, he said "wa wa" when asking for his water in the car on the way home from speech today. This is the beginning!
On the flip side, the tantrums are almost every 5 minutes. If we say "no" the dam breaks and he wails. It it so grating and I want to rip all of my hair out. Thank goodness for therapy. And antidepressants. At least there were some positives today and it can only get better. I hope. I did request behavior management assistance through Regional Center and fortunately, it was approved. So we will get help. And another hour of therapy. We're up to 5 hours a week with OT starting next week.
I almost forgot....B's fall. So last week, we met Mercy and her daughter at the park for a playdate. B was on the top of the jungle gym with Airalyn and she was saying "B, I'm going to get you." I saw what was happening and yelled to him to stop backing up. He backed right off of the thing. Fell 7ft. We called 911. Ambulance ride to the ER, x-rays and CT Scan later, and he was fine. It's really amazing I haven't been committed.
And in D's world, she was sent to have an x-ray on her hip because the doctor thinks she might (very small chance) have arthritis. Really? All in the same week? Fortunately, the x-ray was negative. But now she's complaining about her knee again. I really hope I survive this stage of my life without the men coming with the straight jacket.
On the flip side, the tantrums are almost every 5 minutes. If we say "no" the dam breaks and he wails. It it so grating and I want to rip all of my hair out. Thank goodness for therapy. And antidepressants. At least there were some positives today and it can only get better. I hope. I did request behavior management assistance through Regional Center and fortunately, it was approved. So we will get help. And another hour of therapy. We're up to 5 hours a week with OT starting next week.
I almost forgot....B's fall. So last week, we met Mercy and her daughter at the park for a playdate. B was on the top of the jungle gym with Airalyn and she was saying "B, I'm going to get you." I saw what was happening and yelled to him to stop backing up. He backed right off of the thing. Fell 7ft. We called 911. Ambulance ride to the ER, x-rays and CT Scan later, and he was fine. It's really amazing I haven't been committed.
And in D's world, she was sent to have an x-ray on her hip because the doctor thinks she might (very small chance) have arthritis. Really? All in the same week? Fortunately, the x-ray was negative. But now she's complaining about her knee again. I really hope I survive this stage of my life without the men coming with the straight jacket.
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Frustrating Times
Everyday is a fight. A fight to keep my sanity. B is constantly a handful. Between the tantrums, exhaustion, strange allergic/asthmatic cough thing and being an almost 2 year old, we have our hands totally full. I feel like I can never be grateful for the good things. Our kids are basically healthy, very bright and so loving. We have a great house. David has a job that allows me to stay home with the kids. So many good things. And I'm constantly miserable. Exhausted. Wishing for something else. Jealous of those who have what I want. My therapist today said it's not that I'm not grateful, because I am, it's that I'm overwhelmed by the things that are so hard. She wants me to get out more. HA! I wish I could! If only we had Mary Poppins to help us. And the money to pay her. Unfortunately we did not win the $314 Mega Million jackpot today. I'm so isolated. My friends are dealing with their kids. It's still cold and flu season and with B's breathing stuff right now, I'm not interested at all in going back to My Gym for awhile. Or for being indoors with other kids for that matter. UGH!
Let's go back a week. We went to see David, Molly and Tara last weekend. It was nice to get away. Although in the first hour of the drive, I thought we were going to have to turn around because B would not settle down and was so fussy. Fortunately, we stopped in Santa Barbara for lunch and all was fine after that. We saw the Prestons for afternoon and dinnertime and then went to the hotel. B was a little hesitant in his new sleeping environment but did really well. D was the one who kept getting us up! Anyway, I saw Christie who I hadn't seen in 22 years the next day which was pretty cool. The kids napped fine and we were able to see the Prestons again. B slept well that night too while D was so so. I think she was just overtired. The next day the rain came. We went to a gym class with Molly and Tara which was fun but the wheels were starting to fall off the cart...B was getting more and more fussy. I think he was overstimulated being out of his own environment. That afternoon we went to see Erica and family at their new house in SLO. We celebrated Santiago's birthday and hung out. We had thought about going home that night because of the weather but then decided not to because we thought the kids would get a good night sleep. Which was the case except for D falling out of her bed at 4am. Oh well. Best laid plans. Anyway, after packing the car and checking out, B starting to have one of his coughing fits. We needed to give him a treatment so we stopped at the Prestons, did the treatment and got on the road. B was asleep 30 minutes later. We drove in horrible rain the whole way home, only stopping once for lunch in Ventura. The rain actually was worse once we were home. Regardless, the weekend was surprisingly better than we had expected and the kids did pretty well.
Maybe this week has been a recovery week for B. He hasn't napped very well. Basically, if he isn't kept busy, he's a clingy, tired wreck. Which makes me just a tired wreck. Again, I sound so ungrateful for this wonderful son of mine. Someday I will look back on all of this with him and laugh...oh remember when??? Sigh....
Let's go back a week. We went to see David, Molly and Tara last weekend. It was nice to get away. Although in the first hour of the drive, I thought we were going to have to turn around because B would not settle down and was so fussy. Fortunately, we stopped in Santa Barbara for lunch and all was fine after that. We saw the Prestons for afternoon and dinnertime and then went to the hotel. B was a little hesitant in his new sleeping environment but did really well. D was the one who kept getting us up! Anyway, I saw Christie who I hadn't seen in 22 years the next day which was pretty cool. The kids napped fine and we were able to see the Prestons again. B slept well that night too while D was so so. I think she was just overtired. The next day the rain came. We went to a gym class with Molly and Tara which was fun but the wheels were starting to fall off the cart...B was getting more and more fussy. I think he was overstimulated being out of his own environment. That afternoon we went to see Erica and family at their new house in SLO. We celebrated Santiago's birthday and hung out. We had thought about going home that night because of the weather but then decided not to because we thought the kids would get a good night sleep. Which was the case except for D falling out of her bed at 4am. Oh well. Best laid plans. Anyway, after packing the car and checking out, B starting to have one of his coughing fits. We needed to give him a treatment so we stopped at the Prestons, did the treatment and got on the road. B was asleep 30 minutes later. We drove in horrible rain the whole way home, only stopping once for lunch in Ventura. The rain actually was worse once we were home. Regardless, the weekend was surprisingly better than we had expected and the kids did pretty well.
Maybe this week has been a recovery week for B. He hasn't napped very well. Basically, if he isn't kept busy, he's a clingy, tired wreck. Which makes me just a tired wreck. Again, I sound so ungrateful for this wonderful son of mine. Someday I will look back on all of this with him and laugh...oh remember when??? Sigh....
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