For the first time since Nate was born, I actually feel like life is "normal" again.
Whatever that may be.
I'm not sure if life has calmed down or my perception of normalcy is changed - but either way, it works for me.
I'm trying to get some blogging done before I hunker down to my work computer and get up close and personal with the new Medicare documentation. Bleh. I understand what they're trying to do with the new format, but if you did the documentation correctly before, the information you're providing really hasn't changed. Just the order it is presented in. AND the people who did it incorrectly before are going to continue to under-achieve. So all it really does is overburden those of us who were doing the right thing before by making us do even more.
Ask me how I really feel.
The weather lately has been sort of a downer. We got desperate enough to send the kids outside to play in the rain on Sunday. They had fun and the hour of peace and quiet in the house was well worth the mud tracks I had to clean from the back door to the warm bathies we provided when they came back inside.
Nate has yet another ear infection. His sixth, I think. Poor kid. His hearing seems to be okay, which is amazing considering how full of fluid his eustachian tubes must be. He's doing well copying sounds like "T", "S", "D" and "M". Nate has also continued to carry on the tradition of first words being, "Dada, Mama and Cat". I think the inclusion of the cats is less than thrilling for them (Nate tried to bite a chunk out of Smokey's tail the other day), but the rest of us are psyched to be included. =-) He had his first Oreo cookie last night. I think he enjoyed it.
Sam is in the throes of potty training. He was so resistant before, we decided we weren't going to push it. In typical Sam fashion, he transitioned only when he was ready. We've been in big boy pants for a week and have only had one accident in the past four days. HOORAY! Our biggest snag so far has been that Sam will only wear boxer shorts. He will have
nothing to do with briefs. Even briefs with Thomas and Buzz Lightyear failed to sway him. Do you have any idea how difficult it is to find boxers in size 3T? NOT EASY! We had only three pairs, so I was doing laundry constantly for the first few days of potty-ing. We had no problem washing, it was the drying time that was causing the problem. I was trying everything. Initially, I was drying a pair with the hair dryer (which is 16 years old and overheats after about five minutes, making me wait until it became cool enough to re-start) on most mornings. But then I got smart and hung the damp ones out the window of the car as I was driving to daycare. Yes, we got some strange looks with micro-size Superman undies hanging out the driver's side window - but it served the purpose. I finally found some toddler size boxers and got some on Friday (Sam picked them - four of the same pairs of green plaid and one pair with dinos...surprised?!?!). He's too funny. He continues to find new and surprising ways to perpetuate "Sammy being Sammy".
I don't have any new pictures of Caroline. She continues to amaze us. Last week she drew a picture of the circulatory system and then told me what the different types of blood cells did (the white cells KILL all the germs, Mama!). When we asked her where she learned that she said, "Mama, I read it in your books. I taught myself it." She basically covered enough biology and anatomy for freshman year biology. Where does this girl get it from? She just came in our room saying her pajamas were too big, so she "had" to change into one of her nicer summer dresses and wear it to bed. You know what? I might have protested last year, but now? Eh, what's the big deal?
Okay - so maybe it is my perception of normalcy that has changed...
