How Time Flies

It really hasn't been that long since I posted, but it seems like I'm so far behind. Maybe it's beena while because John has just been beside himself lately. I think we're in a fit pitching phase. Oh, it's so nice when those pass. He's just really had trouble controlling his emotions and calming down. In between, though, I have to give him lots of credit. His manners have been unbelievable! I really am proud of him for that. He also keeps saying the funniest things. If only I could remember them all! One of his cute things lately is asking "really?". For example, he has superhero magnets he got for Christmas. He likes to take them off the fridge and ask who they are (sometimes we have to call Daddy because Mama doesn't know them all). Last week he picked one I knew. "Who's this?" "That's Wolverine" "Really?". You have to hear his voice. He still makes it go super high as he gets to the end of his question. It's so cute and funny.

Eve has done a lot lately. She went to an occupational therapist for her eating. I felt kind of silly because she seems to have figured it out and is eating fine, but I figured why not be proactive and make sure it doesn't develop a speech problem later. To sum it up, her gross, fine, and oral motor skills are at the advanced side of normal. She may always stick her tongue out when she's concentrating (just like Michael Jordan) but she's able to overcome that and they don't think it'll cause any speech issues. She doesn't seem to have any sensitivity issues or weaknesses with her tongue now. They suggested that she may not be eating a whole lot because of 1. my scheduling (I should wait until she's more hungry), and 2. her developmental skills make her more independent and she wants to have more of a role in her eating. That fleshes out into MESSY! It was interesting to sit in the assessment, and I got a little puffed up as they raved about her. Speaking of motor skills, today marked the end of an era. She's been moving around pretty quickly lately. Today I had her up in the play room while I finished mopping the floor downstairs. The playroom is upstairs, but has three steps down into the room. She was pretty upset that I left her...separation anxiety is starting to kick in. So upset that I found her in the hallway upstairs. She had just made her way to the top of the three stairs. I'm so glad I found her right at that moment. The top of those three stairs is only 3 or 4 feet from the top of the main stairway! We'll be putting a gate up sometime this week, needless to say!