Loving life.
This is my favorite time of year. Spring. It just makes me so happy and excited for what is to come. Windows are open, breezes flow, the kids play and I breathe in their happiness.
Someone else in our house is particularly fond of spring ... and the outdoor time that comes with it. Hi Zoe. If you don't stop running after everyone who walks past the house, your outdoor time will be limited. Mmmkay?
We bit the bullet at Christmas and bought Mason a pocket rocket ... he loves that thing. He has been itching to get it outside and today was the day. The kids and I went for a walk and he zoomed all around us. I'm pretty sure I sounded like a broken record -- Mason! Be careful! Don't go so fast!
He only kissed the pavement one time ... and I watched it happen in slow motion from behind. It looked painful, but in true 6-year-old fashion ... he jumped up and went back to business. Had some neighborhood kids not been looking, his reaction may have been worse.
And the broken record screeched -- I told you to slow down!
I feel like we are in the middle of an infinite speech therapy marathon. Monday - 1 hour private PROMPT therapy, 30 minute public school PROMPT therapy; Tuesday - 30 minute private speech therapy; Wednesday - day off; Thursday - 30 minute private speech therapy, 30 minute public school PROMPT therapy; and Friday - day off.
Speaking of ... I finally heard back from Payton's teacher regarding her wanting to transfer Payton off her caseload, regardless of Payton's apraxia diagnosis and regardless of the therapist's PROMPT training. Hmph. I ended up having to call the head of speech therapy within the special education department ... and of course after that I got what I wanted.
Sort of sounds like a neener-neener-boo-boo chant, but whatever -- I should have never had to deal with this to begin with.
Have I mentioned this chick is full of attitude and sass? Hello dirty look!
Nika is Nika ... just hanging, chilling, loving life. This chick attracts people everywhere we go. She is notorious for blowing kisses when we leave places ... although I'm not sure she realizes she is really signing thank you -- and smacking her lips -- when she does so.
Her adjustment continues to be amazing ... she is like a little sponge soaking up her new world. Today Mason and I were practicing her colors with her on an iPhone app that I have ... she did great knowing the colors -- if only her fine motor skills allowed her to accurately touch each color.
After attending a meeting this evening, I went to eat because I was starving ... Baja Fresh. It was funny because I had to convince myself that it was okay for me to go take a few minutes to eat. By myself. Alone. With no children and no distractions.
Clearly I was in my own little world.
I got there at 9:02 p.m. and walked in, sort of surprised to see they were still open. I ordered my food and decided to eat it there, rather than take it to go. I deserved this time, yes?
After about 27 minutes, I realized I was enjoying my time a little too much. I looked up to see I was the only customer there. Garbages had been emptied. Cash registers closed. The kitchen almost clean.
They had closed two minutes before I even got there and I didn't know it. What is even more remarkable is they never said anything, they allowed me to eat my meal in peace and they went about their business. While I drooled over my chicken nachos.
Thank you Baja Fresh ... I needed that. Even if I did look like a complete dork without realizing it. I guess that probably happens way more than I realize, huh?
Someone else in our house is particularly fond of spring ... and the outdoor time that comes with it. Hi Zoe. If you don't stop running after everyone who walks past the house, your outdoor time will be limited. Mmmkay?
We bit the bullet at Christmas and bought Mason a pocket rocket ... he loves that thing. He has been itching to get it outside and today was the day. The kids and I went for a walk and he zoomed all around us. I'm pretty sure I sounded like a broken record -- Mason! Be careful! Don't go so fast!
He only kissed the pavement one time ... and I watched it happen in slow motion from behind. It looked painful, but in true 6-year-old fashion ... he jumped up and went back to business. Had some neighborhood kids not been looking, his reaction may have been worse.
And the broken record screeched -- I told you to slow down!
I feel like we are in the middle of an infinite speech therapy marathon. Monday - 1 hour private PROMPT therapy, 30 minute public school PROMPT therapy; Tuesday - 30 minute private speech therapy; Wednesday - day off; Thursday - 30 minute private speech therapy, 30 minute public school PROMPT therapy; and Friday - day off.
Speaking of ... I finally heard back from Payton's teacher regarding her wanting to transfer Payton off her caseload, regardless of Payton's apraxia diagnosis and regardless of the therapist's PROMPT training. Hmph. I ended up having to call the head of speech therapy within the special education department ... and of course after that I got what I wanted.
Sort of sounds like a neener-neener-boo-boo chant, but whatever -- I should have never had to deal with this to begin with.
Have I mentioned this chick is full of attitude and sass? Hello dirty look!
Nika is Nika ... just hanging, chilling, loving life. This chick attracts people everywhere we go. She is notorious for blowing kisses when we leave places ... although I'm not sure she realizes she is really signing thank you -- and smacking her lips -- when she does so.
Her adjustment continues to be amazing ... she is like a little sponge soaking up her new world. Today Mason and I were practicing her colors with her on an iPhone app that I have ... she did great knowing the colors -- if only her fine motor skills allowed her to accurately touch each color.
After attending a meeting this evening, I went to eat because I was starving ... Baja Fresh. It was funny because I had to convince myself that it was okay for me to go take a few minutes to eat. By myself. Alone. With no children and no distractions.
Clearly I was in my own little world.
I got there at 9:02 p.m. and walked in, sort of surprised to see they were still open. I ordered my food and decided to eat it there, rather than take it to go. I deserved this time, yes?
After about 27 minutes, I realized I was enjoying my time a little too much. I looked up to see I was the only customer there. Garbages had been emptied. Cash registers closed. The kitchen almost clean.
They had closed two minutes before I even got there and I didn't know it. What is even more remarkable is they never said anything, they allowed me to eat my meal in peace and they went about their business. While I drooled over my chicken nachos.
Thank you Baja Fresh ... I needed that. Even if I did look like a complete dork without realizing it. I guess that probably happens way more than I realize, huh?