Nothing is ever perfect, if it was we wouldn't need sarcasm

I was reading CNN today, a habit I should probably break, and I saw an article about not being perfect parents and it really spoke to me.  The article was all about how people on Facebook and other venues brag about how well their child sleeps through the night, or the perfect vacation they just went on, or how Sophie just got into the perfect preschool that will surly get her into Harvard when she grows up.  Thing is to one degree or another we all have friends who do this. 

Now I love to hear about my friends kids and how they are doing but some days what I really need is an honest mom who says "my kid just kicked the cat for the last time, I am shipping them both to China to cool off".  Be honest, its great to show off your new babies pictures but its also comforting for the rest of us to hear "and fyi that cute little outfit she is wearing only lasted 15 mins before she simultaneously puked and pooped in it".  And we all think "yeah, been there done that"  to ourselves.  It is because of this that I have posted less on Facebook and a bit more on my blog.

Besides, how interesting would it be to post "Lord give me strength not to strangle, scream, or swear."  And how many people would reply "now Heather, that's not nice"  or "now Heather, he's only 2"  Then I'd be even more annoyed.

So for now just a brief look into how our day has been.  Had to drop off the car again to be repaired, had to also take Max.  Max is mad because he gets in the car seat at home, gets out at home.  Max is mad because dad then goes to work.  Max is mad because I want him to finish his breakfest from this morning and he wants something from the pantry .  Max is also tired.  There fore Max has a 25 min screaming fit for any of the above reasons.  While he is having this fit he is also trying to hand me toys which is cute yet even more confusing to me.  I started to eat the eggs he didn't want to eat and well that was a bad plan too.  All I can think is in 10 days i'm going to be out numbered and even more tired. Insert previous comment about the Lord giving me strength here..  

It's not perfect, some times not pretty, but its what we here like to call a Tuesday.  Perhaps later we will get out the finger paint.

Language Delay

For the past 2 years we have been waiting for Max to talk.  He started small with words like Mom, Dad, Hey, baby and for a long time we were okay with that.  We didn't know a lot of other kids exactly his age so we didn't think to much of him only saying a few words.  We have friends with girls right around his age that could talk circles around him but I had been told by several people that girls talk sooner then boys.  Well time keep ticking by and I kept waiting for Max to start really talking.  His friends can sing, say the alphabet and tell you how their day went and Max still had trouble saying truck.  When I took him to his pediatrician for his 2 year check up and the doctor said he had a 4-6 month language delay but that he should out grow it.  Well the problem with this is that as he continued to maybe learn a few new words a week his peers are not only learning up to 6 words a day but also can answer much more complex questions simply because they had been talking and using more words for a longer time.  So after much thought on my part and my husbands we decided to seek some help for our son.  After many phone calls we found a program called Early On which is a program for any sort of developmental delay be it speech, motor, or other wise.  So far I can't say enough positive about the program.  They have been very prompt in all that they have done, not made me wait 6 weeks for an appointment or anything.  We had our evaluation which is was free as is most of their services and it was an in home eval so that the kid can be comfortable and act as he normally would.  Max had a complete evaluation meaning not only did they test his speech but also gross and fine motor skills as well as social skills.  I am happy to say that he did well with his social and motor skills.  His language at this point is that of a 2 year old.  They actually have a really interesting system in which for every major skill they have a task and depending on what they do they get a score which correlates to an age.  One thing that I noticed in watching him answer questions is that if for instance he saw a picture of a wet dog he would say "uh oh"  but when asked what to dry the dog with he couldn't come up with towel, or when there was a child in a car but he couldn't say car when asked what the child was ridding in.  They call this skill expressive language .  I have to admit I found the whole process fascinating.  Now we are on our way to some speech therapy.  A lady is going to come to our home twice a month and teach us how to teach Max to talk.  Lets pray it works for him.  The only regret I have is that I didn't do this sooner. 

January fun

Max got to go sledding for the first time at a friends house.  He liked it okay till he tipped the sled over and did a face plant right into the snow.  Then I couldn't get him to get back into the sled.  He did enjoy pulling the sled around behind him though. 

Its Friday so that means only 9 weeks to go till my c-section.  I am so ready to not be pregnant anymore.  I am really interested to see how Max will handle being a big brother.  They say to keep the older sibling involved in the babies care and Max  is very helpful by nature so hopefully things will go okay.  We got Max a baby brother doll for Christmas and for some reason when we dance to the radio he gets his doll and hands it too me to dance with.  He also likes to strip the doll naked which is something he wont be allowed to do with Sam.

Confessions of a pregnant woman

My maternity clothes from my first pregnancy don't fit.  Here I thought I was being all frugal by saving my clothes from my first kid and the darn things don't fit.  To add insult to injury I was getting ready for a wedding and realized right before we had to leave that my dress pants were not gonna work.  I had to wear jeans to a very nice wedding.  And yes, I was the only one wearing jeans.

I was reading an article years ago about how something like 40% of women 30 and over have some sort of bladder issue, incontinence its called.  I was thinking that's weird I don't ever have that problem.  Then I got pregnant with Max.  I sneezed while at work and was like holy crap why didn't anybody tell me about that preggie symptom?  From then on I sneezed with my legs crossed but it wasn't too bad.  Now with my second its a whole new game, and that game is called "How many time can I sneeze a day without peeing"  Its a one person competition and you get bonus points for crossing your legs and covering your mouth at the same time.

When it was just my self, and I was sick it was no big deal.  Lay in bed, call in to work, eat soup and crackers all day.  When Max came along that changed a bid. but if it was only him that was sick it isn't  so bad, I play doctor mom and we catch up on some T.V.  When we are both sick though , there is no laying in bed, if I want crackers I have to share them and I can't call in sick because I don't know who to call into.  There isn't like a stay at home mom hotline for when you are sick or anything.   Its even more fun now that I'm pregnant again.  I want to sleep, Max coughs himself awake at 4 am and we try not to kill each other for the rest of the day.

O Tannenbaum

Max loves Christmas trees.  This one is actually at his Grandparents house.  Every time we went to somebody's house this year he was excited that they also had a Christmas tree, even better if the light were on already.  We took our tree down today because we needed the space for his new toys and he was so disappointed.  Poor guy just kept saying owwwww, and he most certainly wasn't interested in helping with the project.  Our tree has some issues, if you have ever had a fake tree you know the branches are color coded.  Their have to be hundreds of colors out there and the first 3 rows of our tree are blue, a little darker blue and turquoise.  The other four rows are all very different colors but every year we get a laugh out of our tree with the 3 blue rows.

Max's way not mine.

One of the things I have had to learn as Max's mom is that my way isn't necessarily the right way, the only way, or more importantly Max's way.  For example I would not have chosen to put ketchup on my grapes today at dinner, the ketchup was for the tator tots, but Max tried and who am I to tell him its gross and or wrong.  He will either A figure it out or B find the next big taste sensation.  He also likes to eat his toast with a fork sometimes, not wrong really but maybe a little weird. 

I have also noticed his preferences aren't the same as mine either.  When given the choice between Sheriff Woody and Buzz he chooses Buzz while I chose Woody.  Now this is important because I had to learn that I have to let him pick what he wants not what I want.  We were at my Aunt and Uncles Chirstmas party the other night and Max got what I thought was a really scary bionic man toy from Santa and was way above his age group.  I traded an older boy that "scary toy" for a caterpiller webkins stuffed toy.   Twenty minutes later the caterpilliar is on the floor and Max is chasing his cousin around the table with the scary bionic man. 

Mr. Max

My son is one of the coolest people I know.  His out look on life is so interesting to me, things that my 33 year old mind over looks he notices.  Like when you put a numbers puzzle together, as an adult you put all the numbers right where they belong, but at a toddler you are confused because when you invert the 2 it could maybe be a 5.  I never really thought about the fact that o,0 and a circle are all really similar I mean I know they are but if you ask Max they are all o.  I don't know at what age this changes but its fun to watch.  Another thing is being excited every night because the street lights turned on.  Also a family favorite, spotting every airplane that goes by without fail.  And then there was the elevator experience yesterday.  Max's doctor is on the second floor so we take the elevator.  We have not been to the doctor for a few months but he needed his flu shot.  We got to the elevator and I could tell he remembered what was on the other side of the elevator.  He was very hesitant to go in.  Then after we got his shot we walked back to the elevator where in he told me under no uncertain terms that he would not be getting on the elevator.  I guess in his mind all elevators lead to the doctors office where he gets poked.  We took the stairs.