Rambo's Rampages...

I had a thought just occur to me as I sat eating my Fruit Loops (yes, 'breakfast' at 11:45). I wish now that I hadn't thought it. It's one of THOSE thoughts, you know. The kind that should be welcomed but instead makes you uncomfortable and frustrated that you even had it. Because now that you've had it your only choice is to abide by it. I suppose you could ignore it, but that would only bring guilt and that nagging feeling every time you did.  Ugh. I hate those 'self improvement' thoughts.   First of all, you can thank my kids for this thought because every day - EVERY DAY- they complain about having to unload the dishwasher. It never fails. And every day it takes them about 3.5 minutes. They complain longer than it takes them to do the task they're complaining about. And what do I say??? "It didn't even take you 5 minutes!" BOOM. Conviction like woah.  **I really shouldn't complain about anything that takes less than 5 minute

You're doing it wrong. Theodore has officially broken his bouncer. Bro-ken. The actual gears (or whatever) have been stripped (or whatever). Look, I'm not an engineer, okay. Basically, it doesn't work. But it's the only one we have so he still sits in it, climbs in it, lays his head in it.... And you should see him put himself to sleep in it. He's so peaceful when he sleeps, but getting there is the exact opposite. He sits forward as far as he can and literally throws himself against the back. You'd think it would hurt his head but he will do this over and over again until he just passes out. Actually... now this has me wondering if he is, indeed, passing out or just 'passing out'. Hmmmmmm. Maybe I shouldn't let him do that any longer... Whatever. It keeps the peace.  

This little booger butt has learned a new skill. When I saw it I said, "Yay!" and "Oh no!" at the same time. He can climb onto the couch. Or the ottoman. Or the loveseat. Or anything that is that height.  He cannot get down carefully on his own.  This is going to be interesting.  My heart is so happy but my mind is thinking "How in the world am I going to keep up with this???" He also has a new favorite game: open and shut momma's mouth. He will do this forever if I let him. It's adorable. If I want to keep him off the furniture I can let him play this game, but neither of those options get anything else done in the house. Haha.  Pray for us. :) 

A few posts ago I said that we had done assessments for Theodore and he was averaging in the 18 month range developmentally. I was wrong. Wah wah wah. The only area where he is even close to 18 months is socially. Everywhere else he is 10-12 months.  Old picture. I am not blonde currently and Theodore is not that chunky. We're all very upset. Okay, not really but I feel a little deflated. I feel like he's been stuck in this range for-ev-er (imagine the boy from Sandlot saying 'forever'). It's true that his skills have been honed and refined, but he hasn't progressed so much in the gap between his skills and his age.  We went to the school and saw his classroom and now we are waiting for this big meeting where EVERYONE comes and talks about their assessment and it's all formal and weird and we basically decide if the school can make a plan that provides all his needs. We shall see. If, for any reason, the school feels that they cannot meet his n

A few pictures from Halloween. Tangled of course. Tinkerbell and a mutant, mad doctor too. Maybe Tinkerbell isn't as innocent as she seems..... Muahahahaha. And since some of Theodore's therapists gave me a hard time about not having a costume for him.... I hope you're happy with yourselves, therapists.  :) And last but not least, we celebrated my 30th birthday! Woot! And I can honestly say that even though there wasn't one big party (it was little things all throughout the week) it was my BEST BIRTHDAY EVER. Seriously, I will remember this one forever. <3 font="" nbsp="">