I Hafta Tell Ya......

Ian has gone 4 nights, yes 4 nights, without having to be pilled in the middle of the night! This is sooooo great! We still pill him before bed, but just having him sleep through the night is great. What's even greater (I suppose, depending on how you look at it since he does still wake up sometimes), is that twice when he has gotten up, he's told me he wanted a drink, drank all he wanted, then went back to bed. He normally has a hard time communicating what he needs when he's so tired. But I don't mind him waking up if I know I don't have to give him drugs to go back to sleep.

Still Moving Along

Okay, it's been another little while since I've written. We've had a lot going on. We sold our house....after 9 months. And we put a contract on another. It all happened so fast that my head is still spinning. I'm trying hard to just take one moment at a time. I tend to think WAY to large and then get really overwhelmed. I blame it on being a FXC. So, I've chosen to just take one prayer request at a time. The first one is that the buyers won't get the inspection done until after tomorrown (Wednesday). Jim is taking the day off so that we can hopefully get some things taken care of that we know will show up on a report....trimming bushes away from house, cleaning out gutters, adding a french drain, and digging some dirt down away from the brick. Can we get it all done in one day AND have the kids????? I've got my bets. But, no worries. We do what we can. The second prayer is that our house passes inspection as far as the foundation is concerned. That's always an 'iffy' thing to deal with.

The house we will hopefully be moving into needs a lot of cosmetic work. Paint, light fixtures, window treatments, tile, blah, blah, blah. Most will be done in little shots, but I'd like to get the painting done right away.

We totally believe that if this is the house for us, then the Lord will continue to orchestrate everything for it to work out. If not, we still trust Him and move on. Except for a soundproof room we would love to have for Ian (only half a joke), it has most of what we have been looking for space-wise.

So far, the kids are pretty clueless about what's going on. Avery did say, "I want to see my new house." She doesn't quite get what that really means yet. Ian's the one we're worried about, with transitions, but I bet after all is said and done, he'll end up having the easiest time with it.

So, I've missed reading your entries, but hope to catch up on them soon. It's always relaxing to get on, read that I'm not alone, and write out thoughts others can relate to.

And oh, Benjamin turns 1 year old this Friday! I can't believe it.

Moving Along

It's been a while since I last wrote. Here's a bit to catch things up.
Benjamin is working on getting into a sitting up position. He's doing well with it and can stay in the sitting position for a while. He still can't quite get the crawling thing done, but he still tries. I'm starting to notice some differences in him and when Ian was his age. He throws little 'tantrums' when I take something away from him or when I walk out of the room. Ian never really did that. I was always so proud of that, being a new mom and thinking, "Hey, he doesn't throw a fit like other kids. I must be lucky." So during the "well baby checkups" (something I DON'T do anymore) when the nurse would ask, "Does he......" , I would proudly say, "No." You'd think at some point they would have bothered to tell me that it wasn't normal for him not to notice. That's one of the smaller reasons we left our first pediatrician. Anyway, so now I get to actually look for things and have some clue. He also really watches my mouth when I'm exaggerating a word I want him to imitate. It's like he really wants to say it. He turns 1 year old on the 25th. I can't believe it. My last 1st birthday!

Avery was invited to her first birthday party from her preschool. Twins. She mentions their names all the time. And I was told by their mom that they mention Avery's a lot as well. They had the party at a kid's gymnastics place. It was really fun. Avery had a blast. Boy, was she smaller than all the other kids! My little, petite princess. No more poop in the potty since the first. Trying to wait patiently.

Ian still fluctuates quite a bit between good days and not so good days. I have something I wish I could write about, but better if I don't. Hmph. I've decided on something I'm going to get him in hopes he will start to leave his sister alone. Today at church our pastor used a bopping something, something, something. I can't remember the name of it, but it's a blow-up thing that is shaped kinda like a bowling pin. You put sand in the bottom of it. Then, when you hit it, it goes down, but bounces back up again. I was thinking maybe he could use that for his aggression. Think we could teach that to him? I just don't know how long we can handle him hitting Avery and pulling her hair. It's so fustrating, and even more frustrating that we just can't understand it. Sometimes I wish I could get into his little head. Sometimes I'm afraid that would make me feel even worse to know. We just keep praying for him.

That should be it for now.