Take A Deep Breath
He is currently in preschool and already has a girlfriend. Yikes that boy, I’m going to need to keep my eye on him! Because we live in farmland he has become enthralled with tractors. Being harvest season, we spend much of our time outside watching them harvest the fields. Before you have kids you hear phrases such as “falling in love with it through a child’s eyes,” but until I had kids of my own I never really grasped how deep that concept runs. I now find myself squealing with joy when I hear the tractor engines roaring, knowing that my Boy Child is going to be thrilled, and I am going to be thrilled watching him be so happy.
|Four months old and even her father was getting nervous.|
All of that changed when we finally got a diagnosis for her and were able to treat her condition appropriately. These days you would be hard pressed to find any evidence of her condition aside from looking at her DNA. I manage her condition holistically and with her diet and while some might squawk at the idea of that, she is healthy, happy, and that is all the proof I need that what we are doing is working.
She sees the school psychologist once a week and I think it’s been really good for her. As she gets older she is trying harder to grasp the concept of what happened with her dad, a concept that as an adult I don’t even fully understand. It’s been hard to watch her struggle and so I did the best thing that I could do and I found someone who could help her in ways that I can’t. I see her learning how to verbalize thingsthat have been stirring around in her for a while and I know I made the right choice.
That girl though, she is a class act all of her own. She loves to dance, perform, sing, and has more play dates than I can handle. (Seriously, does every kid in her class have a birthday party like every freaking week? Give me a damn break here!? Who is Owen and why are we going to his party??)
|They had three moving trucks. THREE. We live in a townhouse. I can’t believe my walls weren’t bowing from the sheer amount of things they had crammed into that house.|
|Look how close we were! Our garage doors were like two feet apart!|
No my dear, my eyes didn’t get smaller, my face got bigger.