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It has been awhile since I was an avid reader, mainly due to small humans consuming much of my time, but the love has returned and with a vengeance. Matt got me a kindle last year and I love that thing. I love that it is compact, cute, and convenient. More than all of that I love that it is green. Yes, I too still love a good book, touching the pages, smelling the ink, all of that. But if I think of all the crappy books I have bought and trees I killed in doing so, it really is sad. I think a mix of new technology and old school flipping pages is a good balance.

Best Gift Ever

Perry started saying “Mama” shortly after the cochlear was activated, but then it faded away. There was a resurgence of “Mama” a few weeks ago and undeniable evidence that he also knew what “Mama” meant.

Matt has been patient. Since Perry’s diagnosis, we had both longed to hear him say our names.

Matt’s birthday was this past Monday. I had been feverishly working with Perry to get him to say “DADA” in the hopes he would spit it out when the big day came around.

Last Thursday we had a CRAZY day and incident with a CRAZY woman at the playground. Everyone was kind of shaken up and not really together when we got home. We all trudged upstairs for bath. Someone accidentally left the gate open. In the discussions with the older boys about this crazy lady, Perry found his way to the stairs and tumbled to the bottom. I ran faster than I have ever run and shot down the stairs. He was already sitting up and crying his poor sweet head off. Since he had already righted himself I knew his neck and back were fine and felt okay about scooping him up. Matt came to see how Perry was doing and started comforting him as I was holding him. Perry looked up at him, was babbling a bunch of gibberish and then burst out with “DADA”, looked at Matt and said again, “DADA”. That fall and knock on the noggin, finally got those long awaited words out.

Thankfully, Perry is fine and, while a few days early, that was Matt’s best gift ever.

It Was SO Thoughtful

For Cale to share his shamrock sunglasses with Hobbes.

Favorite part (after the pissed off look on his face, of course)… piece of glitter on his nose.

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One of my favorite sights… gym clothes ready for the early morning.

It Is Official

When I make the boys walkers again and the bikes come down off the hooks, it is spring.

This Charming Man

Cale is such the charmer.

And it’s a good thing. Otherwise he may not make it through early childhood. Or any part of childhood for that matter. These moments, along with the things he busts out saying are just too amusing. This all makes up for his meltdowns. EVERYTHING is a drama. With the drama comes the screaming, yelling, crying, total and complete meltdown.

The best is when the 2 collide. When he is having a meltdown about something so entertaining. Such an incident occurred this past weekend.

Cale comes into our bedroom bright and early. Matt and I greet him with happy “Good Morning!”s and we know by the mumbled “morning…” response what is right around the bend. But we didn’t quite get what we were expecting. We knew a meltdown was brewing. We knew he was revving up to be upset by something. We rolled our eyes and braced ourselves in anticipation.

“OH NO! NOW MY PENIS IS GETTING BIG!” was the next thing heard as he threw himself in hysterics onto the floor. He couldn’t quite keep up the screaming with Matt and I laughing. Maybe this needs to be my strategy for all his meltdowns…

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So, we will start these “self-portraits” out small.  Sticking my big toe in the water…  This is one of my favorite things, as of late.  At any given time you will see some color of headband/hair band on my wrist.  I love that companies have started making them a bit more attractive to wear.

A Week of Me (How Much More Vain Can This Get): Episode 7

I don’t like taking pictures of myself.

Lest anyone look at the past 8 posts and think otherwise, I really don’t like it.  In fact, I don’t like it so much that I have screwed up my New Year’s resolution to keep up with my blog because I have been dreading these posts.  I am so incredibly critical of myself.  I demand perfection.  And I will never get it.

So, in the hopes of freeing myself of these unrealistic expectations, I am hoping to do more self-portraits this year.  Push myself in the one way I know I need to be pushed.

Now to try and catch up a months worth of blogging….  Again, unrealistic.  But I need to forgive and carry on.