Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Shoot, what the heck just happened? I haven't blogged in a few weeks and I can't really say why. Perhaps it was due the recovery of my emotional lobotomy. I preformed it myself.... protective mechanism and all... I think I'm slowly undoing the stitches and regaining use of my spirit again.
Gotta love a good funk.
So, what's been happening in the life of me? Too much for one post, but I will give you the highlights. Rella continues to be Rella... example.
This is her after she snuck into the Paas Easter Egg decorating kit that I just bought and decided to EAT the dye tablets. Of course, instead of calling poison control I was busy lamenting about how we just wasted a flippin' DOLLAR on that kit!
And this is her after she pulled a chair over and climbed onto the counter to steal and rip open 4 boxes of Baker's chocolates. Then she proceded to unwrap like 32 squares and lick every single one of them.
She covers her face when she's done something wrong because she thinks she turns invisible. If she can't see ME, then I can't see HER.
She's such a little sneak that kid. Still refusing the naps. It's done. She's 27 months old and the naps are O-VER. I have NO napping children anymore. Just in my face alllllll day. The lil darlings.
I have some closure with Rella too. I've been having a nagging feeling that her speech is not where it needs to be. Finally, after sitting on the referral for months I take her to a Rehabilitation Clinic for a private evaluation and low and behold she qualifies for speech due to a speech disorder called "Dysarthria" which is basically low muscle tone in the mouth/tongue/jaw resulting in articulation and feeding issues. Helllllo!! That's her! So, we'll be in speech therapy for 16 weeks and see how it goes.
I'm not sure the dysarthria explains the devious mind and Tazmanian-Devilish tendencies. Perhaps that's 4th child syndrome?
I've got CB in a onesie now for the fecal smearing. Seems to be working well, with the exception of ONE day where she managed to get into it. Of course, the one day of the 2 weeks was the day we were in the middle of a dinner party.
What else? Oh, because I have SO much time on my hands, I've decided to compulsively make hairbows/barrettes. I saw these cute girlie bows in a boutique and thought "I think I can make those" so I did. Then I made 30. Then I became addicted. What am I going to do with them? I don't know. I just know when I make them, I think of nothing else but the glue gun, the ribbon, the assembly. There is NOTHING on my mind. This is a first. Even when I would work-out and run, my mind would always been preoccupied while doing it. I have a hard time clearing my mind, and this is something that seems to do it. Plus, I have a finished product for my efforts. I can look at the barrette and say "It's complete" and know I did a good job. It's a little task in a long day of unfinished business and piles of "To Do" lists that I create. It has a beginning, middle, and end. In a time full of questions, hopes, worries, anticipation, hard work (with no pay) and sometimes helplessness, they give me a little emotional respite. They give me a tiny slice of peace. Wrapped up in a bow.