Doing what I can...

I can't seem to keep up with much of anything these days, least of all this blog. Here is the reader's digest version of the past few weeks:
-I got the flu
-Kids got the flu
-We got a minivan
-Eveyone got an icky virus
-Lots of school work

Sounds thrilling, eh? (Well, the new-to-us minivan actually is pretty thrilling!

But in the midst of all this, I have been focusing more and more on my girl and her bright future. In the past few weeks I've been taking strides to get more going on for her. I've stared down my own embarrassment and faced the fact that in order to get her help for her aggression, I'd have to ask for it. So I did.
And now I have found out that if I push, I can get her more speech and ABA therapy. So it's time for me to do the things I hate (getting on the phone, cutting through red tape, and so on an so forth) so that our lives can become even more busy...so that she can have the life she deserves. Well worth my time and effort.

Until we can get all that sorted out, I'm focusing on re-doing her bedroom. For months it has been home to an unused bed, many toys, boxes of diapers, and many other items that we just have no space for in the world's smallest apartment. I've spent the last few days organizing, purging, and creating a toy rotation. Tomorrow I plan on buying shelves and a kid's table and chairs, and completing what will be...her therapy room! I mean, she sleeps on the couch no matter what we do, so we may as well make her room useful for something.

It feels like things are really coming together for my girl. Now all I have to do is convince my hubby that the Ipad will help her as much as I think it will and figure out how to buy one without selling her brother....

My Baby Boy!

Those were the first words I said to him. Yes, my dears, it's been a year since the birth of my sweet Rascal. It seems like the time has flown by! Let's recap, shall we?

His birth. Always a fun story to tell. Short version- contractions, then water broke, then a whole lot of contractions, then I laid down on my living room floor and gave birth. Meant to go to the hospital, whoops! I like to think that God knew I wanted a homebirth and He made sure I got it.



The first month of his life was a bit hectic. It took a while for all of us to get used to being a family of four. But I remember one day it was like we just woke up and it seemed like he had always been around, I couldn't imagine a day without him. And he was just the most perfect little baby...slept well and ate well and was just as happy as could be. I could hardly believe our luck!





And he grew...










I feel like I blinked and he went from being a baby to being a walking, talking (trying, at least!) toddler. He's my Rascal, my Little Man, my Monkey, my Buddy. But first he was, and forever will be, my Baby Boy.