Being a military family, we’ve been stationed all over the United States. We’ve lived on both coasts, in the northwest, the southeast, New England (GO PATS!), and now we’re in northwest Florida. We’ve lived in Florida for 8 1/2 years now and this is the only place half of my children remember as being home so even though I’ve done my fair share of shoveling snow-covered driveways, starting the car to defrost a half hour before we have to go anywhere, thawing the tiny fingers and toes of children while they sip crock-pot cocoa, saying no for the tenth time to the 4 year old who is begging to go outside to make tunnels and snow forts even though he’s wearing a full leg cast after breaking his leg sledding, most of my kids have spent the bulk of their lifetimes living it up in sunny beach weather.
So I wasn’t surprised when Sam came running inside this morning with some sheets of glassy ice, completely amazed that everything had frozen overnight.
Mom, look! This is amazing!
There was one piece where there was a bee frozen inside but it broke and the bee was no longer encased before we could get a picture. Lucy(5) came back inside after about 2 minutes ripping her fuzzy gray jacket off proclaiming with irritation, this jacket is NOT KEEPING ME WARM! I replied with, You might want to think about wearing shoes if you plan to go back outside. Because she was barefoot.
And Maggie(3) wore her warm boots like she was told and promptly lost them somewhere out in the backyard.
My kids definitely don’t know how to do winter.
In related news, it snowed briefly last night somewhere in our town. Joe saw the heavy flurries while he was at the gym but we didn’t see anything here at the house.
The frigid temps aren’t here for long, though. It should be back up in the 70’s by the end of the week and I am definitely looking forward to that.
Maggie recently turned 3 and I asked her this morning what she wanted to be when she grew up. She responded that she didn’t need to grow up because all she wants to do is trick-or-treat.
And I’ve discovered that sweets are a powerful motivator for this one. I’ll have to be careful not to abuse that because this kid is smart and would absolutely end up with a mouthful of cavities and by the time she is 4.
Mom, look at how I can sit on this basketball. This is great so take a picture!
Since having Lanie I’ve run across many online discussions where people imagine that families who have a child with Down syndrome can’t live normal lives or do normal things but that really isn’t true at all.
Matthew is number 4. His team lost tonight and that was hard but we were all able to go watch the game and cheer him on.
It was cold and we’ve discovered that Lanie is much happier in cooler 55-degree weather. I’m not, which is why I don’t have a picture of her from the game. My hands froze over early in the evening so here’s a picture from yesterday where Lanie was talking with Gabe.
I know this post was supposed to be about physical therapy tools but that’ll have to wait. It was a long day and I’m just too tired.
Maggie likes to change her clothes if they get wet. Like one small drip of water wet. I have taken to telling her no to this because laundry. She usually disagrees. Sometimes strongly. She has a penchant for the dramatics.
Maggie (pointing out a wet spot on her shirt): Mom, I need to change my shirt. Me:No, that one is fine. Maggie (somewhat whiny): Aw…
She then demonstrates her disappointment by falling face down onto the floor. Gently as to not hurt herself.
Maggie:Mom, look, I’m dead. Me:No, I don’t think so. Maggie:Yes. You made me die.
Maggie is almost 3 years old and she’s killing me with her dramatics. She often sighs humph and throws herself on the couch or my bed when she just can’t take it anymore. Which is often.
I so wish I could catch these bits of my life on video.
For those of you not aware, October is Down syndrome awareness month. I am not blogging about Lanie or Down syndrome every day this month because our life with Down syndrome isn’t limited to just Lanie, but our entire family. Read the red blurb below if you want to participate.
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We normally have a common meal at the church every Sunday but today was a little different and we ended up going with our good friends to their house after the service for falafels and some good pool time.
Some of us swam.
Some of us took pictures of our oldest baby holding our youngest baby.
Okay, that was just me. I was the only one who did that.
And some of us slept.
Jesse is 7 and I’m so proud of how hard he’s worked to overcome his fear of the water. I had started to worry that he might never learn to swim because Lucy told him once that there might be sharks in there but lately he’s loved the pool and I’m hoping that it won’t be too long before we can ditch that life jacket.
Maggie just told me that she was finished swimming and it was time to go home. The girl knows when she needs a nap.
I got her dressed, per her request, and no more than two minutes later she asked if she could get back into the pool.
We have the very best people as friends. They love opening up their home to our large family and they do it often. It’s amazing.
It is just about time to go though so I’d better get the rest of my kids dried and dressed.
Like I had mentioned in a previous post, the kids came down with some rotten colds and while I’m a big proponent of letting a fever run it’s course I found myself administering ibuprofen at night, all night, just so we could all get some sleep. And then, just as the littles were getting better I got sick and I have now been ill for two weeks. The doctor said he thought I had strep throat and didn’t see the need to test for it, but just started me on a round of antibiotics. After two days I felt so much better but my cough is still in my chest and keeps me up at night. I have another appointment tomorrow so we’ll see what they say about that. I know coughs can take a while to get over.
Okay. I’m finished complaining now because this is just some of what I have to be thankful of in the mornings around here.
These little girls are 2 and 4 and they are just about the funniest things ever. They were making the silliest faces at each other but I didn’t catch the best of them because Maggie stops whatever she is doing if you point a camera at her. She is a ham, but likes to look directly at the camera.
I did get this silly one though
Lucy is much more dignified, but being almost 5 can do that to a girl I guess.
Here is another 3D ultrasound picture of Laney from last week.
I realize her face looks smashed on one side but it really isn’t. It was just the way she was laying and rolling at the time of the pictures. I’ve noticed that 3D ultrasounds are a cross between very, very cool and very, very creepy.
I wish we had gotten pictures of her hair, which would appear she has in great abundance already.
My polyhydramnios has crossed over into severe territory and has to be monitored weekly right now. It’s annoying but really isn’t causing any problems and the benefit of having way too much amniotic fluid is awesome 3D pictures. All the techs seem to love me because it’s very easy to get good pictures.
Growing is tough and Maggie’s been doing a little too much of it lately. Her favorite boots are no longer easy to slip on, razor sharp teeth are trying to break through her gums, she’s big enough to open the front door but not old enough to go out on her own… It’s frustrating, I’m sure.
Gabe is really good with kids and he has the oddest imagination and those two things combined really come in handy when you have a toddler going through a particularly difficult time. Yesterday while Maggie was having a particularly frustrating evening Gabe pulled out a gallon ziploc bag, drew a face on it, filled it with air and zipped it closed. Then he handed it to Maggie.
She hugged it and gave it a kiss and was instantly satisfied by the plastic noise it made when she gave it a squish. Sometimes it’s the simple things that make the biggest difference.
Also, just a note for people who misplaced their brain…
Ziplocs can be a suffocation hazard. They are made of plastic. Don’t stick one over your head or let your kid stick one over their head.
Just thought I’d cover my butt there real quick-like.
Things happen when you have kids in the house. More things happen when you have a lot of kids in the house at one time. And I feel like even more things happen when those kids are my kids.
Thanksgiving morning one of the bathroom sinks in our home looked like this.
Rabbit had to take the little curvy drain piece apart to figure out why there was dirt rising out of it every time the sink was used. Turns out it was because there were dirt clods clogging the drain. And hair. And toilet paper. He removed the mess and the water suddenly drained freely which was important because we had friends coming over for Thanksgiving dinner and as 4 year old Lucy likes to say, nobody needs to see that.
Also, in case you need more proof that kids are adorable little vessels of destruction, I painted the kitchen a few weeks ago to give it a temporary update until we’re ready to redo the kitchen in its entirety in a year or so. I’m not finished yet but the cabinets arewere finished. I started noticing little scratches here and there on the drawer faces almost immediately after finishing them. Just the drawer faces, and there was a new scratch every couple of days. I thought maybe there was something odd about the drawers that kept the paint from sticking or maybe I had forgotten to prime them or something.
A few days ago I was cooking and Maggie was standing, facing a drawer with her back to me. Suspicious, I moved towards her and she turned and gave me a giant smile, showing me her work.
She was scraping paint off with one of her pudgy little two year old fingers.
I promptly instructed her to never do that again but the next day she was caught making more memories.
This is the biggest spot, and was so proud of the huge chunk she managed to peel off at once. Now there are tiny spots at Maggie’s eye level on 5 drawer faces. I’ll have to buy more paint to redo them, which will possibly have to wait until after Christmas, and this time I think I’ll leave them to fully cure out of her reach before putting them back in the kitchen.
Also, I’d like to add that our builder grade cabinets from the 80’s have the most uneven build and some very uneven door pulls. For some reason after I painted them we noticed that nothing is level and though we used the original holes in the drawers for the new pulls, they are seriously not straight. I guess everything being white makes the wonkiness more obvious. Rabbit is going to help me fix it. Someday. Because he has a sink unclog or a new vanity to put in or a truck to fix and a full time job or something. It’s always one excuse or another with him.
He’s been working on his own home improvement projects. I’ll get pictures of those eventually too and blog about them maybe.
A month or so ago Maggie got a hold of my phone, which I had plugged in and sitting on the counter. I didn’t see what she had accomplished in the short time she had it until sometime later. Somehow she was able to turn on the video camera and just listen to how proud she was of herself.
I don’t know what language she is speaking but you can clearly hear her delight at having figured it out. I would have loved to have seen what she would have captured had the phone not been plugged in.