April 16, 2013


So much has been going on lately and I've wanted to sit down and write several times, but I just haven't found the time.  Now I feel like I don't even know where to start.  We sold our house... then we didn't sell our house.  Frustrating.

Rara is 10 months old.  She still nurses about 4 times a night.  She won't drink out of a cup or bottle.  She has no teeth.  She won't crawl.  She refuses to roll over.  She won't let anyone other than me or Daddy hold her.  All these things are little, but after having special needs enter my life, I worry.  I hate that I look at her under this microscope.  That being said, she has the best laugh I've every heard.

Monkey bear is back into missing Mommy.  She was crying and saying how she wished she was a baby so she could get more attention.  Broke my little heart.  We had a hot date over the weekend and this is vacation week, so I hope to fill up her Mommy bucket with lots of attention and love. 

My buddy had his tonsils out last week.  He's recovering well and back to his old trouble making self - with a side of exhaustion.  A thought popped into my mind the other day and I just can't shake it.  I was imagining my buddy as an adult wondering what he would be able to understand.  Will I ever really think of him as an adult?  Will I want him watching rated R movies?  Will I be able to have adult conversations with him?  Will I have to parent him always?  Why is the unknown such a hard thing to handle?

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