Up and Down

It has been a wild ride here in Bird Land. Wild.

Right after I started sending the twins to daycare, I decided to start a local website. There was no place to go for family-friendly information and my area is made up of all these small towns so you could easily visit six different websites trying to find out what’s going on.

So! I changed that and then it got a bit nuts around here. People like the site a lot, which is a good thing, but then a bunch of people in the neighboring parish decided that they needed a site like that too. My friend agreed to head that up, so now there are two! new sites going. Small businesses are excited and we’re helping them plan family-friendly events and Facebook parties and it’s all very exciting.

Meanwhile, two month ago my AC overflowed and wall between my bathroom and Charlie’s room was swallowed by mold. We had to have it remediated–which involved a mold “bomb”–and then we had to hire people to put it back together. I spent a month sleeping on the couch and things are still kind of in shambles. Charlie’s wall has no paint, the back of my linen closet doesn’t exist, and there’s a giant, silver air-sucking machine in the twins room. Not plugged in or anything. Just hanging out.

And my mom had some health issues.

And I went to that conference in Atlanta.

And long story short (too late). . . it’s been busy.

The boys are good–still plugging along at their own, random pace. I’ve begun warming up Early Intervention Preschool for August’s arrival next year and everyone seems ready. I’m able to keep his diet quite clean since he’s at home and he’s doing well–interacting with us, learning to jump, smiling, laughing, etc. He is not perfect, but he is good and I have some plans for some more supplements to try with him. Everything with that kid is in the gut–happy gut, happy kid.

Louie is still speaking Louie, but sometimes it breaks through into English and that’s wonderful. He also learned to point and now points at everything. He also likes to give me imaginary things, which I think is a good sign. His school reports seem to get consistently better, and that’s good for my mama heart as well.

Rexie is Rexie. He’s babbling a lot and says Mama and Dada appropriately. I wonder if this makes him my first kid to talk? Or my second? Third? Who knows. I suspect he will be like his brothers and take his sweet time with language, but one thing I know for sure is that while my boys have trouble talking, they’re doing OK with understanding. This makes things a little easier on my heart as I wait for more words to come. I have a house of non-talkers, but not non-understanders. It could be worse.

And Charlie? Charlie is rocking out, actually. He’s working hard on things like handwriting and cutting. Every night I think my husband will just bust with pride when he sees the new things that Charlie can do.  He making progress on his goals including real, standard Kindergarten goals. As his brothers chatter more, so does he. And in PT he has begun moving a walker. Teeny, tiny step, but still. . . it’s moving.

So I apologize for the silence. We are OK over here. Rushing, busy, and often sleepy, but good.


More Kids. More Questions.

The twins have been in daycare for about three weeks now–not all the way through because they had hand-foot-mouth, but about three weeks.

I’m happy to report that The Great Daycare Experiment does seem to be helping in many ways: the boys are certainly more vocal. They are both making a lot more noise and Louie has begun imitating with some regularity. I’m pretty sure August is talking as well although like Louie, his words are hard to understand. Hooray! Talking-ish kids and perhaps the best part is that they are both doing some spontaneous talking, which is probably the hardest thing of all.

I’m pretty sure daycare is not a good fit for Louis. When I picked him up from Monday, he looked all puffy from a day of crying. Not only does he cry at daycare, but he’s fussy at home too. It’s like he’s traumatized.

This led me down a rabbit hole and tomorrow I’m going to be touring a very shi shi preschool that happens to have some openings for the fall. I can’t afford this preschool, but that’s a whole ‘nother thing–I’ll worry about that if it’s the right place.

Some people think I’m crazy.

Other people don’t.

My husband says “whatever you think is best.”

Do I just move Louie? Or do I move August too?

Do I move them at all? Maybe Louie is still adjusting.

I feel like Louie needs something more–he needs a place where he’s nurtured and encouraged–not just a place to hang out. And I need to feel good about leaving my kids with strangers every day.

I’m come to realize that the paradox of parenthood is that there aren’t really any perfect answers. There are good answers, there are options, but it’s not nearly as black and white as you’d hope. It’s like all those years of learning to fill in the right bubble on the paper were kind of pointless–life isn’t that simple.

Louie tries a sno ball.

Louie tries a sno ball.

Thank You, Universe

I think Friday was a rough day for many of us. If you’re anything like me, your fears and worries about a whole host of things bubbled to the surface–not just school violence, but all of life’s worries. By the end of the day, I felt drained and maybe a little pissed off and really had nowhere to direct it.

Which is probably why I got gutsy and corrected someone on twitter in the middle of stream of tweets about the second ammendment. I mean, I try not to wade too far into the fray–especially when people are still reeling from these kinds of events, but I saw a tweet calling the shooter “retarded.” I’d share it with you, but it’s since been deleted.

And I couldn’t help but say something:

twitter screen shot

Honestly, I expected harsh words, or blaming someone else, or getting blocked and unfollowed. Something. I was surprised when I read this:

Here I'm pretty sure he was saying that he thought one was the PC term and the other wasn't

Twitter can be tough with the 140 character limitation, but to me, this meant that he thought that calling someone “retarded” was the medical definition of mentally ill as opposed to the PC version.   I did my best to explain that it described people with mental impairements. Again, not a great explanation in 140 characters, but here’s what I replied:

And this, THIS was the response:

Can you believe it? I think I may have actually educated someone. On twitter of all places. AND he deleted the original tweet from his stream. I tell you what, it may have been one crappy day, but that was a bright spot in the middle of all the madness.

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