I have noticed lately that Aimee is getting to be more of my companion and friend. Obviously at 3 she is hardly in the baby stage at all anymore, but there were still times when I would look at her and see that little baby face and go all the way back to when I first met her in the delivery room. She can now carry on full conversations with me, ask intelligent questions and even goes through her own frustrations about life. I have noticed lately though that she doesn't always respond when I call her name or ask her a question. Sometimes the answers I get are from left field. At first I was going to have her hearing checked to see if there was a buildup of fluid in there from one of the million colds we seem to have dragged into the house this winter. But in talking with her daycare teacher it seems as though the problem isn't with her hearing, it is actually with her auditory processing. Seems like big words don't they? Apparently she hears things and then the response to those hearings are not always what we would deem as appropriate. The solution is supposedly in a speech pathologist. So I have phone calls into a therapy place that was recommended to me and I know we will await the insurance coverage phone conversation before we can even begin to try and solve this problem.
All in all though, it's pretty minor; she's healthy (relatively right now with her runny nose and cough), she's one of the happiest children I have met and she is also one of the most caring. She can definately test my nerves but now I am wondering if it isn't so much as she isn't listening to me as she isn't processing me. Makes a difference, that is for sure.
In other news, we are on week 3 of no Nana and Papa next door. It's killing me that is for sure. I love having my parents next door to us. There is no one to share my 12 roll papertowel score at Target or my buy one get one free at the Pepperidge Farm store on the raisin swirl bread. Sure I have a loaf in the freezer because who can pass up one of those, but still. It's been a little sad not having them right next door as a diversion and the added company on random supermarket outings. Of course I still talk to my mother at least 3 times a day, my dad maybe twice a week because he isn't quite of the phone talking variety. We call each other for the silly little things like how she found the cutest bathing suit/beach cover up for Nicole and would a 2T be too big? Or about how she is waiting for a check to arrive from her insurance company and when it arrives I have intricate details about where I deposit and distribute the money. They also don't forward all of their mail so I get the task of having to mail it out in bulk once a week. I know they love getting their packages so I try to include some good tidbit in there for them. Last week it was a copy of the local paper so that they can keep up to date on the happenings on the south shore of Boston. Six more weeks and they will be home with us. I looked online for some airfare but it's still pretty expensive to fly the three of us (again no budging on getting Gary to agree to it) down there but I still look from time to time in case something comes up that looks good.
And lastly, Saturday night is the big night. Gary turned 40 last week and I was sick with the "can't go too far from the ladies' room" variety bug so we didn't get to offically celebrate this milestone. But, this Saturday is his party. I have reserved an area of the bar at Joe's Bar and Grill in Hanover and 30 of his closest friends and relatives will be there to celebrate his 40th. I know he didn't quite ring it in as fun as he could have with me in my sweats and on the couch and all so hopefully this will make up for it.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Monday, February 16, 2009
Meltings
The warmer weather last week was so exciting for me and the girls. We got to go outside. Not that we don't go outside when it is snowy or cold, but inevitably if we do go outside in those conditions, it requires a lot of work to get them dressed and get out the door and then one of them decides they want to go in before the other one and whining and fighting ensues. So at least when it is about 50 degrees outside we can revel in the fact that only a mere coat is required and not the entire snow day get up.
So we played in the driveway because there is still some snow in the yard and with two refusals of donning boots (Aimee said no and Nicole will definately not agree to anything her big sister isn't doing) to go outside we were confined to the clean, dry driveway. The girls had a blast and suffice to say all of our moods were lifted with just a few extra degrees and lots of sunshine.
My parents are enjoying themselves in sunny Florida and have asked me a few times to come down with the girls. While I would love to jump on a plane and trek them down there for some fun in the sun, I get tired just thinking of trying to do this on my own, especially when it involves car seats, etc. Why alone you ask? Well because Gary would get the withdrawal shakes if I made him leave the business for an entire week because of the current economic crisis we have going on in this county. He is busy at work and things continue to go along but what he has noticed is that people are not paying him. That's right. They want the printing they just don't want to pay for it. Yet his bills keep adding up and eventually something will have to give and a week away from the office would probably send him right over the edge. Not that he really wants us to go away without him either.
Also, Gary isn't a beach person. The girls and I could hunker down and stay all day but not Gary. He can't stand sand between his toes and he has never actually seen our girls at the beach and I am not sure he would love that they eat about as much sand as they play in. At first it was difficult for me to watch them try and eat a snack with a sand covered hand but then I thought, what the hell, they aren't bothered by it, why should I be.
So if anyone can offer me assistance with going to Florida and has some straight through deals that they have found, because layovers just really aren't an option for us, please let me know. We will let you stay with us, no sweat. I am looking to fly to Sarasota or Fort Meyers though because my parents just are not city drivers anymore and the thought of coming to Tampa would definately freak them out because of the monster bridge that is required to drive over. In my younger, single days I did it that way and they totally freaked out when they had to do it to pick me up.
Enjoy your Presidents Day.
So we played in the driveway because there is still some snow in the yard and with two refusals of donning boots (Aimee said no and Nicole will definately not agree to anything her big sister isn't doing) to go outside we were confined to the clean, dry driveway. The girls had a blast and suffice to say all of our moods were lifted with just a few extra degrees and lots of sunshine.
My parents are enjoying themselves in sunny Florida and have asked me a few times to come down with the girls. While I would love to jump on a plane and trek them down there for some fun in the sun, I get tired just thinking of trying to do this on my own, especially when it involves car seats, etc. Why alone you ask? Well because Gary would get the withdrawal shakes if I made him leave the business for an entire week because of the current economic crisis we have going on in this county. He is busy at work and things continue to go along but what he has noticed is that people are not paying him. That's right. They want the printing they just don't want to pay for it. Yet his bills keep adding up and eventually something will have to give and a week away from the office would probably send him right over the edge. Not that he really wants us to go away without him either.
Also, Gary isn't a beach person. The girls and I could hunker down and stay all day but not Gary. He can't stand sand between his toes and he has never actually seen our girls at the beach and I am not sure he would love that they eat about as much sand as they play in. At first it was difficult for me to watch them try and eat a snack with a sand covered hand but then I thought, what the hell, they aren't bothered by it, why should I be.
So if anyone can offer me assistance with going to Florida and has some straight through deals that they have found, because layovers just really aren't an option for us, please let me know. We will let you stay with us, no sweat. I am looking to fly to Sarasota or Fort Meyers though because my parents just are not city drivers anymore and the thought of coming to Tampa would definately freak them out because of the monster bridge that is required to drive over. In my younger, single days I did it that way and they totally freaked out when they had to do it to pick me up.
Enjoy your Presidents Day.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Things as we know
Has it really been over 2 weeks since I posted last? That is terrible. I know my audience is greatly wanting all my updates...okay, I am more realistic than that.
It's been scary out there lately watching the news. I don't even like to turn on my TV much because the news is so depressing with all the bailout talks, money issues, Australian fires, recession recession recession and now the more recent one around here, sexting. Sexting. Can you believe that is even a word? Apparently a 13 year old took a picture of his also 13 year old girlfriend topless and decided it would be a good idea to forward it as a text message around the school. So the question remains is how should these kids be punished. It was a poll question on the news! Hell if I know how they should be punished. I am thinking that a slap on the wrist won't show them a whole lot but I am not inclined to think that they should be arrested and classified as sex offenders either. But part of me doesn't know whether to blame the state of the world lately or his parents for improper upbringing. I know that kids were doing less than exemplary things when I was in 8th grade but my mother brought me up to always be a lady no matter what the situation.
Then there is the whole Michael Phelps debacle. Poor guy. Doing what every other 23 year old probably does. Admittedly it was dumb of him to be photographed while doing it, but I think at the point he was doing it, being photographed was pretty far from his consciousness. Still some of his endorsement was pulled.
Jessica Simpson's waistline seems to be big news too, poor girl. She probably looks better just getting up from her bed than I do on my best attempt at pulling myself together. Yet she signed up for this. She wants to be in the public eye but apparently not if they are calling her fat, which, she by no means is fat. I think the rest of Hollywood is just too thin.
And lastly, the whole Chris Brown/Rihanna issue is just terrible. My goodness.
So any TV watching in our house lately has been on the Sesame Street/Caillou type so as not to depress ourselves any more than needed. Although truth be told Caillou doesn't exactly put me in a great mood. Actually the girls have a favorite TV show that I think is pretty cute, me being a science geek and all...it's Sid the Science Kid. I was smart enough to DVR them for a quick help me out to let the kids relax while I get supper ready or to reward them for their jobs well done.
So today is the last day of my week. I am amazed at how fast our weeks go by. Aimee is loving school and had a Valentine's day party where they exchanged cards with each other. How cute, though did you know that the little envelopes are not longer part of this thing? I know it has been quite a while since I bought Valentines but even I was surprised by this. Instead little stickers hold them shut. I can't wait to go through her cards with her when I go home.
Nicole has even gotten into the whole holiday arts and crafts. She does little cut and paste exercises at daycare which are so cute and she runs up and shows them to me with so much pride. My favorite part of my day is being able to walk through the door and not be able to get much farther because my two little ones are pushing their way to give me hugs, squeezes and basically "win" over their sister.
Enjoy your weekends.
It's been scary out there lately watching the news. I don't even like to turn on my TV much because the news is so depressing with all the bailout talks, money issues, Australian fires, recession recession recession and now the more recent one around here, sexting. Sexting. Can you believe that is even a word? Apparently a 13 year old took a picture of his also 13 year old girlfriend topless and decided it would be a good idea to forward it as a text message around the school. So the question remains is how should these kids be punished. It was a poll question on the news! Hell if I know how they should be punished. I am thinking that a slap on the wrist won't show them a whole lot but I am not inclined to think that they should be arrested and classified as sex offenders either. But part of me doesn't know whether to blame the state of the world lately or his parents for improper upbringing. I know that kids were doing less than exemplary things when I was in 8th grade but my mother brought me up to always be a lady no matter what the situation.
Then there is the whole Michael Phelps debacle. Poor guy. Doing what every other 23 year old probably does. Admittedly it was dumb of him to be photographed while doing it, but I think at the point he was doing it, being photographed was pretty far from his consciousness. Still some of his endorsement was pulled.
Jessica Simpson's waistline seems to be big news too, poor girl. She probably looks better just getting up from her bed than I do on my best attempt at pulling myself together. Yet she signed up for this. She wants to be in the public eye but apparently not if they are calling her fat, which, she by no means is fat. I think the rest of Hollywood is just too thin.
And lastly, the whole Chris Brown/Rihanna issue is just terrible. My goodness.
So any TV watching in our house lately has been on the Sesame Street/Caillou type so as not to depress ourselves any more than needed. Although truth be told Caillou doesn't exactly put me in a great mood. Actually the girls have a favorite TV show that I think is pretty cute, me being a science geek and all...it's Sid the Science Kid. I was smart enough to DVR them for a quick help me out to let the kids relax while I get supper ready or to reward them for their jobs well done.
So today is the last day of my week. I am amazed at how fast our weeks go by. Aimee is loving school and had a Valentine's day party where they exchanged cards with each other. How cute, though did you know that the little envelopes are not longer part of this thing? I know it has been quite a while since I bought Valentines but even I was surprised by this. Instead little stickers hold them shut. I can't wait to go through her cards with her when I go home.
Nicole has even gotten into the whole holiday arts and crafts. She does little cut and paste exercises at daycare which are so cute and she runs up and shows them to me with so much pride. My favorite part of my day is being able to walk through the door and not be able to get much farther because my two little ones are pushing their way to give me hugs, squeezes and basically "win" over their sister.
Enjoy your weekends.
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