I have lots of random thoughts that aren't worth their own blogs individually. So here's a collection. Get used to these.
Where should I start?
My friend Meyanna's baby is getting bigger. She was born at 32 weeks because of sudden pre-eclampsia, and she's the only baby getting breastmilk in the NICU and is also the healthiest baby there. It makes me so happy.
My friend Tabbitha is moving away. I've only known her a few months. She lived in the apartment complex next door and went to the same ward as me. That's how I met her, at a meet and greet one evening. It surprised me that we hit it off so well, because I don't normally get along real well with Mo'mos. I do have some LDS friends but for the most part I get the feeling that they're either judging me for being a big fat sinner, sizing me up as a missionary project without really caring about who I am, taking me as a joke because I'm playful, or busy being offended that I use such terrible bad words as "crap" or "vagina." Anyway, Tabbitha's not like that. She's just a funny, sweet woman. I very rarely meet someone with whom I can be totally myself with right off the bat. I knew she'd be moving away, because her husband is done with his training, but it came on suddenly now. I'm so bummed about it. I just really really enjoy her company. Her kids, too. She has two kids and they get along really well with mine. Jack thinks her little boy hung the moon. She's probably on her way to the airport now. I wonder if she realizes how much I'm going to miss her.
My kids are getting so so big. Jack is really strong, and his personality is coming out full force now. I'm so ready for him to sit up on his own. He's outgrown his baby seats. I took away his bouncer a few weeks ago because when he was in it, he'd lean over to pick stuff up off the floor and basically folded himself in half and couldn't pick himself back up. I was afraid he'd flip it. Theyn, the other day, he was in his Bumbo, reached for a toy, and flipped himself out of it! It was on the floor so he didn't fall far, and didn't hurt himself. He was surprised, but concoled easily. I can't put him in that anymore either! Crazy baby. HIs dimples kill me. I'm so in love with his fat little baby butt. He pivots on his belly all the time. I have to watch him almost constantly.
Libby is so smart. She's just clever. Comes up with the funniest stuff. She's really the funniest kid I've ever met. I can't believe she's mine. Emily is teaching her to read! I've decided not to put her pre-k here. Tabbitha was very unsatisfied with the way they treated her daughter, and I don't want to take the chance that Libby would get a teacher like that instead of the great teacher Emily has.
Em's doing great, by the way. She's on the list to be tested for the gifted program at school. She makes straight 100's and says her work is easy. Her teacher has started having her and some other children in her class do a little peer tutoring with the children who are not catching on to new concepts as well. Emily's very good at it, and I love that they're doing it. I feel like it's very important for intelligent kids not to become too cocky, to realize that they're not higher or better than their peers who maybe aren't as quick. I also want to keep her busy with worthwhile endeavors so she doesn't get bored and start getting into trouble. I'm very excited to find her school is keeping on top of her. Her teacher doesn't want to put any undue responsibility on any of the kids, so she prefers to give the above-average children extra work to help exercise their lil brain muscles with.
We are done with soccer for the season. It was such a good run. We really enjoyed it, although it took a lot of time and stress to keep on top of. I want to keep the kiddos in extracurricular activities, to keep them physically fit, to keep them busy, and to help them find whatever it is that they love, that makes them feel like they're reaching their full potentials. We're going to wait and do our next activity next semester, though. We can only handle so much. We let them choose their activity, and they don't have to do it again if they don't want, but they will fully participate in their chosen activity and see it through. I ain't raisin' no quitters.
I haven't weighed myself today. I've appointed Tuesday as my weigh-in day, because Mondays suck hard enough already without making me want to throw myself out the freaking window. I'm not making a huge effort, yet, because I am alone with the kids more often than not, and I just don't have a lot of time to work out. I am working on my eating habits, though.
Speaking of eating habits, I may have to do an elimination diet. Jack still has this rash in his diaper, and I'm almost certain it's eczema. My friend Anna's son has eczema on his butt, so why can't Jack have it on his inner thighs? I don't want to do this diet. The most common dietary irritant in breastfeeding babies is dairy in the mother's diet. Dairy takes two weeks to completely get out of your system. I LOVE dairy. Love it. This is going to be really hard.
Jack's six-month checkup is supposed to be coming up. I'm having a really hard time convincing myself to go. For one, Jack is perfectly on par with his gross and fine motor skills. For another, we're not vaccinating. Last checkup, the doctor didn't even TOUCH him. AND, they're going to take one look at that rash and either tell me that it's yeast or that it's not yeast. Either way, their recommendation will be to switch to disposables. Which doesn't work, or I'd have done it. I'm all for well child checkups. I really am. There may be something wrong that you might miss, even if you don't vaccinate. But, I don't trust this hospital to catch anything. I have a friend who got her prenatal care at this hospital, and her baby's care for the first three months, and yet they completely missed the fact that this child had hydrocephalus, a congenital neural tube defect. Also, they missed an ear infection bad enough to burst another friend's child's ear drum, too. I really need to look into getting the kids seen off post.
Jack loves me a whole lot. He smiles at me and his sweet little dimples break my heart. When he's fussy I pick him up and he reaches around my neck and squeezes me. That's a hug, I don't care who you are.
Anyway, thanks for reading.
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