Spring Reflections

Spring.  Here in the Pacific Northwest it can be stormy and cold one hour and bright and warm the next.  We had a very a wet March so now our April is very green but still very wet.

I am keeping this one short.  I didn't get the memo that when little kids get sick a lot, that I too would get sick a lot.  We are currently having our third.  YES THIRD, visit from the intestinal viruses.  Dear lord, if we could just not have this for another ten years I would be okay with that.  I do appreciate the 1-2 lbs of weight loss that the stomach flu generates but, I very much hate the experience.

Furthermore I didn't realize I would be cleaning up after not only my own stomach flu but that of my entire family.  More tulips, less well... I think you know what.

Differences between my children...

I have written about it before, but that doesn't stop me from needing to write about it more.

My DAUGHTERS are so different!

I naively thought that because I had one child that really did put us through a lot and still does with various developmental and medical challenges.  I was not prepared for what our second daughter has thrown our way.

K hates noise and drama.  T thrives on it.  We haven't sang happy birthday out loud for four years because it caused K to go into a small seizure.  T hasn't stopped singing it for four months.  She sings it to her dolls.  She sings it in the tub and she sings it to every single one of us each day of the week. She likes to dance around without her clothes on, covering her belly in paint and sing at the top of her lungs.

K was potty trained by 2 1/2 and it was easy and dreamy.  I am pretty sure T will be potty trained when she goes to college.  She likes to stick her hands in her pants, and then tell me what type of potty she has just gone (yuck, please don't).  She likes to get treats to sit on the potty.  She will absolutely do a show down with you if you choose the wrong pull up, and what-ever you do don't suggest the training panties.

K can tell me every state, reads chapter books, works on math works sheets every day (I kid you not she was obsessively working on a workbook that was a preparation for kindergarten because she is going next year).  T does nothing that I ask.  She actually gets off on telling me the wrong color, wrong shape and wrong anything.  She gets an elfish smile on her face and prounouces it green (when it is red).  Modern media, such as every possible character on Disney junior, that

she knows and she knows well (even though I still only allow an hour or less of TV a day).

With K I thought life was challenging, but really I was having more internal debate and issues.  T actually brings me to my knees. I have to go get my husband and say I am done with her, sometimes a few times a day.  She needs to be held more.  She needs to have a pacifier.  She needs be babied with just about everything.  Her pain threshold is the lowest thing I have ever experienced, if she had been in the NICU we would all be deaf.

Don't get me wrong.  I love her more than words could describe.  This is who she is, or it is who she is as a baby and toddler.  I did say this week though that if she had been our first, we probably wouldn't have had any other children.

Life would be dull if my two girls were the same.  Lucky for me, life is anything but dull.

Where have I been?

I can't say that I totally know.  Months have gone by since I blogged.  Have I decided to stop blogging? No not really.  I can't say that I thought about it too much, it has been more like a little nag in the back of my head saying, "Shouldn't you blog?' and then the day would rush by and more and more would happen and I just wouldn't sit down and type much about it.  

Of course I wasn't off on vacation nor was I sleeping in.  I was most likely cleaning, and potty training, and making appointments for dentists, pediatricians and physical therapist.  I have been doing something that I still can't talk about, but maybe by this summer that whole secret can come to light (there is the hook to keep you checking in on the blog).  It honestly is taking up any little free time that I have, again you will have to wait and see on all that.

So am I back?  I think so. It feels like it time to write again.  K is doing some physical therapy that I want to talk about.  T is always being a challenging toddler that brings me to my knees on a weekly basis.  And today while I was running I kept thinking about how I've been told I have a chip on my shoulder, which I think is correct.  I also think that I might deserve that chip.

No promises, no sweating the numbers or amount of blogging, but blog I will.

What do you have say for yourself?