I still call them the babies... because most days I feel like I am still lacking sleep, money, and energy. But I thought I would do a little life-as-lately post.
We had a kickball tournament over the weekend in Forest Park for the Children's Hospital. We took the kids with us to run around next to the field while we played, which normally sounds like the nightmare of my life, but they did really good. Our team had a tent and the kids ran around all day and ate everything in sight. It felt like that first stepping stone into the little kid era where they can hang out and it doesn't feel so controlled.
Haven- 4 1/2 years old
Four started out a little rough. He was moved up to another classroom with older kids and was really acting out. But over the summer, he has mellowed out quite a bit. He still has to pinch my elbow to fall asleep and he is still sleeping with us at night. We're hoping to get him in his big boy room at the new house. But I feel so damn sorry for him. I was scared to sleep alone as a child too. I remember when my younger sister and I finally got our own rooms... and I would cry for her all night until she came and slept with me.
Running around at the high school stadium on Sunday mornings.
My favorite thing about Haven right now is how he just goes with the flow. Whenever I ask him a question, he will just say, "Sure!" Another thing he says a lot is, "I can do it myself." He can do everything himself. :)
He calls Olive, "Baby Olive," "Sissy," and "Olive Betty."
Olive Betty- 1 1/2
Oh lord. We always say that if Olive was our first child, she would also be our last. I don't know if it's because she is a girl or the baby, but she runs this house.
She is the complete opposite of Haven as far as affection goes. She is our little touch-me-not. Doesn't want to sleep with us, doesn't want to be held.... just wants to be left the hell alone. :) The only person she wants anything to do with is our dog, Chauncey... or "see-see."
At her school, they have taught her sign language. And usually she spends the nights making signs at us in a really condescending way like we're a bunch of dum-dums. Besides our dog, she loves muffins, her Crocs, and binkies. She is wearing 3T clothes because she likes to eat like her mama.
When she wakes up, she says "muf-muf." This means she wants muffins. And you have about 40 seconds to get her, her 29 binkies, and 4 sippy cups out of the crib and in her hands. Usually we have to give her some kind of cereal bar to get her to the car and then when she gets to school, she has breakfast. In her defense, she wakes up at 5am.
We haven't noticed any issues with her eyes since her last checkup. We go back in October, but she seems to see just fine. The nystagmus will always be the fly in my lemonade, but it doesn't slow her down.
She is really, really smart. She knows that on school days that she has to wear her tennis shoes and on the weekends she can wear her Crocs. They are not allowed to wear Crocs to school. The other day she was being too damn cute, so the last minute I switched her shoes before taking her in school. I told a white lie that her tennis shoes were in Chris' car. And Olive Betty knew I was lying for her too. She walked into that school down-right skipping.
Other than that, I just can't wait to get them in the new house. That's been the most exciting part of all of the changes-- just them having their own space... or maybe our own space to hide. :)