And we're back...
It’s been a while. Blogging in the summer is tough business! Too much to do, too many distractions and too much sun to soak up. So, I’m trying to get back to it now that Scarlett has started preschool (insert happy face AND crying face) and life is slowing down a tad. Let’s talk about this preschool thing real fast. I was counting down the days for her to start. Two and a half hours, twice a week to have a mellow house sounded like a little slice of heaven. The other morning, I scrambled (as always) to bathe her, feed her and get some good pics before showing up only five minutes late (success!) to her first day of school. She wasn’t too nervous. She smiled and hopped out of the car to hold hands with her new, darling teacher. She even turned last minute to blow me a few kisses… Heart melting, I pulled away. I had no time in my rush to get her ready to really process what was happening. My little girl is growing up all too fast. Where has the time gone? I didn’t even make it out of the parking lot before pulling over for a good, shoulder shaking, ugly cry. Let’s just be honest, I am not a cute, wipe a tear away crier. Once I start, it’s a hard to stop my blotchy face and weird-noise cry. I tried to quickly wrap that up before someone saw me, wiped my spotty face, put the car back in drive and we were off. I really had no idea that I would feel so emotional about preschool. I mean, it’s preschool! But I guess it’s hard to digest that this is the beginning of her never being home full-time again. I love my little sugar n’ spice side-kick. She is music to our home and words can’t express the love in my heart for that little Scarbug.
Speaking of growing up, Welles had an evaluation done (by his PT and OT) a couple days ago. I always dread those things and usually end up doing the “ugly cry” after because I feel like I’m not working with him enough. This time went pretty well. While he’ll be two in a few weeks, he scored between 15-18 months in most areas. Not bad. And let’s be honest, a lot of the questions in the testing are ridiculous and the way the scoring adds up is kind of silly. You can’t put a number next to a child after asking fifteen questions. But overall I felt good about those scores. The kid is a champ and I feel like he’s progressing great, both cognitively and physically. He’s come so far this summer all on his own. Working with him while dealing with pregnancy has been a bit of a joke. I haven’t done my part, but he certainly has done his. I mean, the kid who wouldn’t use his legs a couple months ago AT ALL, is pulling himself up onto a toilet seat to splash in fecal matter water…. Disgusting for me, but that’s some great physical progress on his part! That darn big boy.
What’s new with me? Well besides growing in poundage on a daily basis, I got myself an awesome swaggin wagon! That’s right, I’m a minivan driver and I can honestly say that I am absolutely loving it. Seriously, I feel like I’m driving a luxury vehicle. I can’t for the life of me understand why people make fun of these vans! They’re ugly? Who gives a rats?! They’re amazing. The space, the slide open doors, the DVD player, the endless amount of cup holders! Need I go on? Cheers to minivans.
Happy Thursday, pals.
