We have a pretty great block for our kids. On our block, in the span of 6 houses on our side of the street has:
7 Boys: Grades: 3rd, 2nd, 1st, 4-Preschool, 2 in 3-Preschool, 2-Preschool
5 Girls: Grades: Kindergarten, 4-Preschool, 2 in 3-Preschool, 1-year old
There are some older kids too and children who live close on other blocks. How great to have all these kids, on the same side of the street, in different grade classes, and even in different grammar schools! I am envisioning a wonderful safe haven of different types of friends who these kids can always count on, and that won't be intermingled with the politics of the school classmate drama.
The two girls next door are our regular, and almost daily, playmates. My twins, and even the eldest play well and often with them. Much to the adult's joy, having playmates takes off some of the involvement from us, as it fully entertains and engages the kids. My twin boy tolerates being the only male very well...and overall, he doesn't seem to mind.
But this weekend, we had about 2 hours of free play, so I called one of his classmates. The boy who is his 'best friend.' The answer was YES - he could come over to play.
This was both boy's first playdates without their brothers (friend has 2 older brothers) and the first for my twin son. Both boys were over the moon with excitement.
The playdate was great. They played so nice and even tolerated my eldest's injections and objections during the time. The boys needed some prompting as to what to do, but once they got started with the action figures and the toy-bliss that is our basement, they were having a great time together and required no adult intervention.
Watching them play on the ground with their action figures reminded me of the story my mom told me about my brother. Like my brother and his childhood friend Matt, my son and his friend sat and played action figures contently and nicely with each other.
I love that my twin son has a new best friend and we are start this new journey of playdates and having friends over.
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
My house is too messy for the cleaning lady?
That phenomenon that women have that makes us all clean for the cleaning lady is crazy, but it is a necessary evil.
I want our cleaning lady to mop my floors, clean my bathroom, clean my kitchen, and dust. I don't want her spending her time picking up our toys, sorting my crap on my kitchen counters, or doing the dishes, etc.
I split my cleaning lady with my mom every two weeks, so once a month we each get her.
Last night we had a whirlwind of a day, but managed to get it all done:
4:00 - end work/school pickup
4:00 - 4:40 - homework for the eldest
4:40 - 5:40 - Physical therapy for the eldest/dinner for the twins (cheese sandwiches & grapes)
6:00 - 6:45 - Soccer practice
6:30 - 7:30 - Eldest School open house (ME only)
7:00 - 8:30 - Twins School open house (Wonderful Husband, then I'll join up)
7:00 - 8:30 - Grandma brings the kids home from soccer, gets them ready for bed
8:45 - Wonderful Husband and I home, pizza and beer in hand
When my mom was leaving my house and I looked around at the clutter and chores in every room of my house, she understood and happily accepted my request to have the cleaning lady go to her house instead of mine. I simply did not have it in me to even pick up all the stuff and throw it into a laundry basket to get it out of the way.
Maybe in 6 weeks, when it is my turn for the cleaning lady again, I will have things straight. Here is for HOPE!
I want our cleaning lady to mop my floors, clean my bathroom, clean my kitchen, and dust. I don't want her spending her time picking up our toys, sorting my crap on my kitchen counters, or doing the dishes, etc.
I split my cleaning lady with my mom every two weeks, so once a month we each get her.
Last night we had a whirlwind of a day, but managed to get it all done:
4:00 - end work/school pickup
4:00 - 4:40 - homework for the eldest
4:40 - 5:40 - Physical therapy for the eldest/dinner for the twins (cheese sandwiches & grapes)
6:00 - 6:45 - Soccer practice
6:30 - 7:30 - Eldest School open house (ME only)
7:00 - 8:30 - Twins School open house (Wonderful Husband, then I'll join up)
7:00 - 8:30 - Grandma brings the kids home from soccer, gets them ready for bed
8:45 - Wonderful Husband and I home, pizza and beer in hand
When my mom was leaving my house and I looked around at the clutter and chores in every room of my house, she understood and happily accepted my request to have the cleaning lady go to her house instead of mine. I simply did not have it in me to even pick up all the stuff and throw it into a laundry basket to get it out of the way.
Maybe in 6 weeks, when it is my turn for the cleaning lady again, I will have things straight. Here is for HOPE!
Friday, September 7, 2012
Visting the home health store today
So much has happened in a week. I want to reminisce about it all, the visit with my dear college friends and their families, the barbecue at my brother and his new wife's house, the first soccer game...but, what is trumping my week? Accidents.
I feel like this blog, which started out just me venting about being a working woman and balancing life has turned into this mom focusing on everything that has to do with special needs. I focus on the fun things, I really do...it just seems like when I'm sitting here at my desk and need a break, what is on my mind? It used to be a running task list of all the things I need and want to do: laundry, organizing a room, dishes, shopping, etc, etc...now it is all these things that are out of my control.
Wednesday started out to be a great morning. I dropped off the twins at school in our normal routine, and my eldest had a late start at school. To embrace this opportunity, my dad, eldest and I went to the local breakfast joint where everyone knows our name (really, just like Cheers). Things were going great UNTIL...
The eldest fell off the toilet and ended up with a huge 1 in gash that needed attention. I called to the drs office and got in right away for a second opinion, which only confirmed that yes, I needed to take him to the ER.
At the ER my eldest was super brave. We enjoyed each other's company over Disney Junior TV shows all day long while waiting for the doctors to glue and dress his wound. Despite the circumstances, we both loved the day off from work and school. I kept him home yesterday with me and it too was a relaxing day; while I worked, he watched TV, played on the computer, and together we went for lunch. Even the occupational therapist was shocked to see what a good and complacent mood he was in, despite his injury...just goes to show what having a day off of work/school will do for the soul.
So here we are to Friday. TGIF! What a week! I asked Wonderful Husband to take today off so I could get back to work. He did without balking (Thank Goodness!), so he is home using 8 of his 350+ hours of available sick time and is spending the day having fun with our eldest.
10:40a - One hour countdown until Wonderful Husband leaves with the eldest to go back to the drs office for a follow-up wound check (which by the way, still looks terrible...not infected, but still bad and painful). Would you believe me if I told you...HE FELL OFF THE TOILET AGAIN!
Wonderful husband said he was in the bathroom with him, eldest was sitting on the toilet, Wonderful Husband turned to the mirror for 1 second, turned back and our eldest was on the floor.
Seriously?! What is going on?!
Yes, he injured the same wound, hopefully only slightly...but today, I'll be visiting the home health care stores for some adaptive mechanisms to start to use around the house as soon as I can get done with work.
The only thing that is sustaining me right now and keeping me in tact and somewhat sane is the upcoming appointments with the doctors I have lined up. Hope, again, is driving me. Hope that in front of new people, perhaps, just maybe, we will find some answers that will lead to long term solutions. I love adventures and excitement, but I'm getting fed up with every-day-life excitement...can't my every-day-life experiences come from a plain Jane typical day?
I feel like this blog, which started out just me venting about being a working woman and balancing life has turned into this mom focusing on everything that has to do with special needs. I focus on the fun things, I really do...it just seems like when I'm sitting here at my desk and need a break, what is on my mind? It used to be a running task list of all the things I need and want to do: laundry, organizing a room, dishes, shopping, etc, etc...now it is all these things that are out of my control.
Wednesday started out to be a great morning. I dropped off the twins at school in our normal routine, and my eldest had a late start at school. To embrace this opportunity, my dad, eldest and I went to the local breakfast joint where everyone knows our name (really, just like Cheers). Things were going great UNTIL...
The eldest fell off the toilet and ended up with a huge 1 in gash that needed attention. I called to the drs office and got in right away for a second opinion, which only confirmed that yes, I needed to take him to the ER.
At the ER my eldest was super brave. We enjoyed each other's company over Disney Junior TV shows all day long while waiting for the doctors to glue and dress his wound. Despite the circumstances, we both loved the day off from work and school. I kept him home yesterday with me and it too was a relaxing day; while I worked, he watched TV, played on the computer, and together we went for lunch. Even the occupational therapist was shocked to see what a good and complacent mood he was in, despite his injury...just goes to show what having a day off of work/school will do for the soul.
So here we are to Friday. TGIF! What a week! I asked Wonderful Husband to take today off so I could get back to work. He did without balking (Thank Goodness!), so he is home using 8 of his 350+ hours of available sick time and is spending the day having fun with our eldest.
10:40a - One hour countdown until Wonderful Husband leaves with the eldest to go back to the drs office for a follow-up wound check (which by the way, still looks terrible...not infected, but still bad and painful). Would you believe me if I told you...HE FELL OFF THE TOILET AGAIN!
Wonderful husband said he was in the bathroom with him, eldest was sitting on the toilet, Wonderful Husband turned to the mirror for 1 second, turned back and our eldest was on the floor.
Seriously?! What is going on?!
Yes, he injured the same wound, hopefully only slightly...but today, I'll be visiting the home health care stores for some adaptive mechanisms to start to use around the house as soon as I can get done with work.
The only thing that is sustaining me right now and keeping me in tact and somewhat sane is the upcoming appointments with the doctors I have lined up. Hope, again, is driving me. Hope that in front of new people, perhaps, just maybe, we will find some answers that will lead to long term solutions. I love adventures and excitement, but I'm getting fed up with every-day-life excitement...can't my every-day-life experiences come from a plain Jane typical day?
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