Life has been full: school is hitting that icky time of year where the "back to school honeymoon" is over, and we're down to the nitty gritty of planning, meetings, projects, report cards, and it's almost time for parent/teacher conferences . . . And no matter how much time I spend on school stuff, I always feel like there is more I need to be doing (planning the next unit, changing up reading groups, finding new ipad apps, creating engaging projects, grading papers, etc etc etc). The thing is, I also feel like there I need to be doing "more" at home too - and I have decided that home (my family) is always going to trump school, and I that will just have to deal with that reality professionally. A recent conversation with a former coworker helped me to realize that it is just about impossible for me to maintain the same level of "quality" (maybe that's not the right word?) in my classroom as it was prior to marriage and kids. There is only so much of "me" to invest, and my family deserves the best of me, not the left overs. That's not to say that I am planning to slack off at work, but it helps put things in perspective.
Anyway, amongst crazy at school/work and the whirlwind of life that has also included October birthdays to celebrate, laundry, AWANA, weekly meetings with our speech pathologist and school psychologist to work on B's social speech skills, laundry, and appointments, we're trying to enjoy the everyday moments of life with our little ones.
It's so fun to watch the kids play "together" . . . this is one of B's favorite things to do with Elise lately - fishing! As in, she is the fish, and he "fishes" for her using his yo yo fishing pole. It's pretty funny . . .
Last week we had some lovely fall weather before the chilly temps/rain moved in, so we spent a lot of time outside in the evenings. One night while Billy worked on fighting the never-ending war against the falling leaves, the Elise and I walked along with B as he practiced riding his new bike. He is doing a great job of learning how to slow down/stop without falling, and is really doing well balancing.
Little Sis along for the ride . . .
Her signature look - a finger in the corner of her mouth . . .
On Thursday Braden and I had a big day - I took him for both dental and well child checkups. He did FABULOUSLY at the dentist (they even used the electric tooth polisher for the first time and took x-rays and he was a rock star). On our way to the dentist I was giving him a pep talk (which either really worked or wasn't needed), and reminded him that he needed to sit on the big chair and open his mouth really big so that Dr. Peterson could look inside. He told me, "Yeah, Mom, I will open my mouth big like a tiger!" (and he did!). :) B must have used up his "sitting still" ability at the dentist, because he was all hyped up at the doctor. He loves to sit on Dr. Miller's rolling stool, and was zooming all over the room while we waited for her. Our big boy got a good report - he seems to be meeting all of his milestones (with the possible exception of social speech which we're already on top of), and is growing right on track.
B's 4 year measurements were:
40 3/4" tall (70th percentile)
36 1/2 lbs (50th percentile)
He's always been a little taller than he has been heavy, so his stats are pretty consistant and he was right on his growth curve.
The four year check up also involves shots - these are the first shots that he has been old enough to be aware of/remember. I had asked at E's last appt if I should prep B for the shots by telling him about them, and was advised not to. So at the end of his appt on Thursday when the nurses came in and had him lay down on the table he was not at all sure what was happening. Luckily
they knew just what they were doing and worked fast (before he could figure anything out). They had me help hold his hands and kind of lean over his chest so that he couldn't see what was about to happen/happening to his thighs. His eyes got really big when the first stick took place, and he teared up and said, "Ouch! That HURTS me!" Then before he could really react they were done (with all FOUR shots), and he exclaimed, "Mom, those girls are NAUGHTY! They HURT me." (Those girls - the nurses - found that very funny). B quickly wiped away his tears and moved on from upset to being a little angry/indignant, and kept repeating his exclamation regarding those naughty girls. (He repeated it to the receptionist as well as to the cashier at Target later in the day). :) By the time we headed home after lunch and a little shopping (for Daddy's b-day present), he'd forgotten all about the trauma and was just fine.