Today is one of those days I want to bottle up and open up on a day where nothing is going right.
Ian has been nothing but enjoyable. C says that when they went on errands, he was so good. Maybe it was the magic of putting up the Christmas tree, Ian has been asking for over a week. Maybe it was cause C was home but everything has gone smoothly. Lets hope we have more day like it.
Last weekend we loaded up and head to my hometown. I don’t have many pictures as we were busy making memories. We went to a fall festival where I learned Ian loves bouncy castles and doesn’t like snow cones. Then there was a birthday party where Ian threw a fit before we got in the door. Once he got over it, we had some pizza and fun. Then not enough time with Pop and Nonnie. Ian is still talking about Nonnie blowing bubbles in the house. What was suppose to be a quick stop off to see Aunt Cindy turned into an afternoon playing with cousins. Where Ian learned how to swing on a rope swing and got a little dirty. Over all it was a great weekend, I miss my family. I wish we could see them more often.
School is to Ian that thing that fills the time before riding the School Bus. I remember we were so worried about him riding the bus. Now on school mornings he tells me he must hurry so he won’t miss the bus.
You are being told that your baby is starting Pre-k. We went in for his fall evaluation for speech therapy and they came out with the news that they thought an integrated program would be best for him this fall.
So with just three days notice, we went into a flurry to prepare. I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that he is in school. He was so excited and let me leave him with out an issue. Now I on the other hand bawled like a baby when I got home. So now we go on.
He handled getting it removed very well, better then I ever expect. The only time he really panicked was when they were cutting at the top. He is still weak, he doesn’t quiet have all his confidence back yet. The worse is when he is walking and his knee just gives out and he falls. They said he will be back to normal within a few weeks.
As you can see the days here haven’t been too exciting. Ian gets his cast off this coming Monday. Ollie’s first birthday party is saturday so hopeful soon my words will return.
So after about 10 days Ian needed to be cleaned. We had been avoiding this task, knowing it wouldn’t be easy. So we decided to go with the old duck tape and trash bag route. He was not a happy camper, he shouted some crazy things.
NO, I am not TRASH!
Get off me.
Those were while just putting the bag on, the during the shower part was even worse. Poor C took a cast to the unmentionables and Ian cried like it was torture. Any one have any ideas on how to make this process easier.