Every so often, I click back to posts dated one year, two years, three years, four years, etc. ago today. It is my way of keeping check on my progress or lack of ...
I realized something today. In times of angst, I am a prolific blogger. When I am happier, I blog less. What a shame. Because. Wouldn't it be better to memorialize the good times???
Although I am home sick today and my in-laws have the
Hippycup (so weird to be home alone), life is fantastic! I couldn't ask for a better husband or cuter baby or better in-laws. Work is so-so, but only because the
LFC situation has not improved and, due to a few other things that are probably best unmentioned, I am not as dedicated of an employee as I used to be. Now, it is a good-paying job with awesome benefits. I go. I give them the appropriate amount of time and effort after which, I go home. Morale is pretty darn low. It is the only darker spot in my life and quite frankly, compared to work situations I've experienced before, it is still not a very dark spot at all. I just don't say "I love my job" anymore. Thankfully, I don't hate it either. I simply don't mind it. Mostly.
Now, for the
Hippycup. He is so darn cute! And growing so big so fast! I weighed him this morning and he is already 15 lbs 10.5 oz!! He wore his first shoes yesterday (for about 5 seconds, he
de-
shoeifies faster than he
de-
sockifies) and he played with his first bear. He also sat on his very first real horse! He liked riding when he was in my tummy and I think he is going to like it when he grows up too. Of course, he likes
any kind of motion. Period. When he is awake, he is in constant motion. Come to think of it, he is not so still when he sleeps either. Maybe we should have named him Newton?
Mr. Right and I are doing great. This is the first relationship I've ever had that gets better and better as time goes on. I did indeed, get it RIGHT. I booked tickets for our anniversary trip. We are going to chilly Colorado. Can't wait!
Finally, Mr. Right and I laugh because we have become "those parents." You know, the parents who constantly talk about their child/children and take 1,001 photos a day (can you believe it? me who traveled everywhere with a camera and failed to take photos) and we goo and
gah and coo and caw. Yep, we are all that and then some. If you don't believe me, you should see my
Facebook page.
Not to worry though, I will NEVER have the Hippycup voice as an outgoing message on our answering machine. It is a personal pet peeve of mine, that one.
I hope all is well in blogland. I am headed back to sleep to kick this cold/flu thing I seem to have.
While the Hippycup rarely wants to nurse these days, he finds it necessary to sleep with his little fist wrapped around my nipple. No wonder my boobs are scared to make milk!
Sad
Today I am sad because:
- I return to work(part-time) on Monday.
- The pediatrician thinks my sister's two year old may be Autistic.
- I haven't spent much time with my dogs, cats or horses.
- There are a few important tasks I've been avoiding.
Tomorrow will be better.
**Update**
I just read a little about autism. He definitely has some of the symptoms: delayed speech, failure to make eye contact and failure to say his own name, hand flapping, lining things up, preoccupation with sameness and gastrointestinal issues. Poor little boy. They've had early intervention and occupational therapy for him already to address the trauma at birth and he starts a special pre-school on his third birthday in February. If he is diagnosed Autistic, they will pursue therapy for that as well. He is very fortunate to have parents that will get him the best care they can.
PS - Here's my little hippycup at 6 weeks old.
The Learning Curve
So ..
My sister and her two youngest are here visiting.
(Today, we went to the beach).
My house is NOT childproof.
So far a
very busy two year old has destroyed:
(2)
barstool seats
(1) dining room chair
(1)
dyson vacuum
(1) blackberry
(1)
porcelain night light
(1) super-size
sony flat screen
HD television *ouch* that one hurt :-(
He has also, pounded the piano, regularly thrown toys from the upstairs, pulled the ancient cat's tail innumerable times, dumped the cat litter, poured water on the carpet daily, littered the house with raisins, cleared Mr.
Right's beside table, repeatedly rammed the front door with the stroller and the plastic toddler car, pounded the old cat with a cardboard box and poked MY baby in the eye.
It's been trying.
And stressful.
I know my sister feels badly. He's 2. He has sensory issues due to trauma at birth. He doesn't understand wrong and he has no fear. NO FEAR. We, on the other hand, have plenty. Mr. Right and I fear he will climb over the upstairs railing and fall to the bottom story. We don't want him to get hurt. He is difficult to watch because he is so FAST. Today at the beach, he was headed straight out to deep water. I caught his arm just in time but we both got soaked in the process (I was not dressed for swimming and I was wearing my baby in the Baby Bjorn at the time). At the moment, he just entered Mr.
Right's closet and retrieved Mr.
Right's size 13's . He is wearing them and trying to walk but keeps falling down on the hard tile floor and saying "
oof" - the kid does not feel pain! He bumps his head hard and laughs. Spanking does not make an impression. And he tunes you out when you tell him No! Consequences do not exist in his world.
I have a lot to learn before my son turns 2.
I don't know how my sister does it.
