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Excuse my poor use of English - it's been a very trying day (make that week, no month)! Our little Phoebe, the precious golden-haired cherub, has been screaming her cheeks red and my head aching for weeks. This photo may be the only smile she's had in the past month. I keep looking at it to remind myself how cute she is.
She'll be 3 next month, but developmentally she is about 6-12 months which puts her smack in the middle of separation anxiety time. HOWEVER, we've been through this before with 2 other babies and I'll tell you, what we have here is two screams shy of a mommy breakdown! If she wasn't our first child, I'd think we just really messed up somewhere along the way. But Esther especially had a long and intense separation anxiety phase and that doesn't hold a candle to this. With her sensory integration/processing disorder, being apart from me may seem more intensely scary. Add to that her central vision and hearing impairments and no one really knows what she understands or processes. And it probably changes daily. No easy answers - hoping she outgrows this and we all survive. Even poor Andrew said he wanted to give her to an orphanage - he especially struggles with the constant ear-piercing noise. So who's been taking care of Eden? Here's who:
She's been begging me since Eden was born to change her diaper & I finally decided Eden was big enough to handle diaper-changing Esther-style. We'll see what Esther thinks about it after Eden eats peas and squash in a few months?
It's never too early to read the latest Lego magazine! So you can understand my long pause in blogging - at night I'm either collecting the pieces of my brain to form 2 coherent thoughts or tidying up from all the housework left undone all day. Except for Sunday when I was in bed all day after a stomach bug ravaged through me the night before. Yuck! Thankfully Greg could keep everyone alive while I recovered so I could tackle today. And how did the big kids spend their Sunday? Playing in the mud and hunting rats! Go Daddy! We just discovered that the big holes along the fence in our backyard are the homes to Templeton and his family. Our neighbor is taking this seriously with his pellet gun so we're hoping the problem gets resolved soon! When Greg is home things relax more and we try to have some fun:
There's nothing like coming home to a house that smells like dog doo-doo! After Esther's dance recital this sight welcomed us home. And it's in Phoebe's room (hmmm, maybe this is why she's so unhappy lately?) Ahhhh, it's nothing that a good steam vacuum and $100 worth of candles didn't fix! Don't you love Greg's cleaning gear? Esther's dance recital was lovely. We thought she'd glow in the spotlight since she is always so full of life, but she surprised us by acting reserved and shy. We were thankful her first dance class experience included Bible devotions, prayer and modesty.
And a couple more photos of our lil 4 month old - We call her our little "small and mighty"!
How could I leave out a farewell to the truck?? It's gone now after 8 good years of seeing Greg come home from work in it - to a Mormon family with 11 kids. I was actually sad to see it go!
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