Thursday, May 29, 2014

Clarity of Communication

The development of language in a child fascinates me. Sam and Rachel learned to speak very differently - Sam never stopped making noise until it made sense, Rachel thought long and hard before coming out with a word or a part of a word and her babbling was generally more like talking to herself or singing to herself.

They have both been communicating their needs well over the past several months and clarity is getting better and better....even the lispy S's are slowly starting to be less lispy. But the past week Sam and Rachel have both learned pronouns and it's amazing.

How did "Bear Rachel crib" so quickly become "Bear in Rachel crib" and suddenly morph to "Rachel throw Bear in her crib?" Rachel just said that last one this morning and I was shocked.

A few days ago Sam surprised me at bedtime with "Mommy sleep her bed. Daddy sleep his bed."

Mostly sentences are still third person, which I find very endearing, but every so often Sam will say 'me.' Last month he yelled 'Daddy come catch ME" to entice Andrew into playing in the hallway. They still enjoy running into our arms and having us catch them.

I love it! And I love how proud they are when they master a complex word right off the bat. This weekend: caterpillar! Said perfectly.

Tuesday, May 20, 2014

The 2 Year Old Irrationale

Oh my, oh my, some days we hit rough patches that take me to the brink of screaming at the kids. The very brink! I mean beyond yelling, I do yell... usually "Stop yelling at Mommy!" Which probably doesn't help the situation but it kind of makes me feel better.

This morning was just one of those mornings with Sam.

In the beginning he didn't want to get dressed, he wanted to investigate the pineapple on the counter. Ok, so fine, I take Rachel to get dressed. That's when the yelling started and didn't stop for the next 15 minutes. Maybe he was mad because I walked out of the room with Rae and he was jealous?

He wanted me to look at the pineapple, he wanted me to hold his hand while he walked to the bedroom, or no, back to the kitchen. He didn't want a diaper change. He wanted a hug. He wanted a Daddy hug. He was furious that I took his PJ pants off to change his diaper. He spent the next 10 minutes wanting me to put the dirty diaper back on him. He didn't want to get dressed, he wanted to wear his PJ's to daycare. He didn't want Rachel to touch his shoes, but for him to get them from the shelf himself. He was just crying, screaming  mad about every single thing this morning. Right up to getting into the car and then he seemed okay with it all and off he went with Daddy to daycare.

Rachel mostly stood back and was super cooperative, probably to make up for the screaming. Or to make sure Mommy didn't yell at her to stop yelling.

Sigh!

It's a good thing days like this are balanced out by days like yesterday. Yesterday and Sunday were nearly perfect days. The kids were happy and cooperative, they slept well, they ate well, they played well alone and together, they were just happy as little pigs in dirt.

I'm sure part of that was the fact that we were busy but not rushed this weekend. And we did a lot outside!

Saturday we went to the petting zoo and then the playground and then had a picnic lunch. It was the perfect outing and the kids looooved the baby goats. Last year they didn't want to get close to those freaky, hairy creatures. This year they were gentle but totally excited to pet, brush and even try to give little hugs to the goats with no coaxing from us at all - well, ok, Rachel needed a little encouragement at first.

Sunday we visited friends in the morning and then in the afternoon we got the bike trailer out and went for our first family ride of the year. They were quite thrilled with the whole experience. Last year we'd have at least a little whining or crying during every ride. This time around they talked to us, to each other or sat quietly and watched everything around them as we rode. We stopped at the lake and let them run all the way to the end of the bridge and back. Exhausting them in the fresh air works wonders for bedtime!

Monday morning was a long visit to the local park and ducks. The afternoon was spent buying plants for the garden and then we planted them after dinner. The kids 'helped' but I have to say they mostly played pretend gardening while we did the planting and they were so freaking happy about it. They would get a tool to put dirt in the empty flower containers and then dump it out in a different spot. They would try to dig little holes. They'd ask each other for help and work together to do something....and, frankly, I'm not sure what else. I was busy planting and they were busy being kids....kids in dirt.

I'd look up from time to time and remind them, "Don't step on the plants," or "Don't put the dirt on your shoes."  "Okay Mommy" they'd immediately reply. They were completely compliant with every request. Maybe they were so happy because we let them be little pigs in dirt?

I do love my little piggies.

Thursday, May 8, 2014

Clothing the Growing Belly

I pulled out my maternity clothes this week do wash them all and review what I have. I recall not having a lot, especially at the end I had 2 tops and one pair of pants that fit. But let's face it, the twin baby belly is HUUUGE at the end so that's not shocking.

However I did stop to question how I managed to get through an entire pregnancy with:
- 1 pair capri khakis
- 1 pair capri jeans
- 1 pair jeans
- 2 pair leggings (one huuuuge pair for the very end)
- 2 skirts
- 2 pairs of shorts
- 1 dress
- 6 tops, all short sleeved
- 1 pair dress pants (worn about 3 times)

Seriously!! That's my entire maternity wardrobe, it's crazy! But then remember that I was house bound for almost my entire pregnancy. The people at my work heard I was pregnant (14 weeks = measuring 18 weeks), saw me for a couple of weeks and then I was gone.

At 17 weeks I had a bleed and was told to stay home that week. I worked from home that week and the next and then was put on house-arrest for the remainder due to my irritable uterus. So I sat alone, in a lot of pain most of the time, worrying and waiting for the next 4.5 months. That was noooo fun!

Anyway, back to the clothes, so basically I started showing, needed maternity clothes and then was imprisoned and let's face it, my couch didn't care that I wore the same two pairs of capri pants for 3.5 months.

This time around I'm pregnant at the same time of year but expect to need some work appropriate clothing. I'll be able to get away with my regular wardrobe for another couple of weeks wearing skirts and loose tops and shirts but soon enough it'll be time to shop. I'm rather excited about that!

Wednesday, May 7, 2014

12 weeks and alls well

We had our 12 week ultrasound on Monday and our little one was super active, putting on a great show for us. And I'm so sure it's a girl that I'm just going to refer to her that way going forward.

She's got hands and feet and long legs and arms. She spins and kicks and stretches out. It was very fun to see. So with that lovely view in my mind I left for work on Tuesday with the kids ready to tell all my work people that I'm expecting.

I left for work Tuesday morning with the kids in the backseat heading to daycare first, Sam chatting away, rain pelting down but sunshine breaking through the sparse dark clouds.

We turned onto Wilkinson and a moving truck was in front of us. We drove along happily following until he quite slowly turned left into a driveway. I had to slow down a bit but not a lot and just as he cleared my field of vision I saw a red truck in the other lane over near the shoulder moving fast. Moving so fast he looked like he was going to go right under the moving truck. Then he swerved hard.

He swerved so his nose was pointed straight at us and I gasped or yelled or something. He straightened at the last second and instead of hitting us head on he plowed stright into the rear tire of the moving truck.

I looked to pull over but there was no shoulder on my side of the road and there were a line of cars coming behind me. Sam kept repeating over and over, "red truck hit big truck," "red truck hit big truck."

I talked to him and explained it as best I could and validated what they saw and told him the man would get help. I kept looking for a place to stop or turn around and yet I kept driving. I was shaken.

I dropped the kids off and went to work. I discovered that you can fill out a witness form online and submit it for both ICBC and the police, which I did. But I wish I'd done more.... if it hadn't been raining, or I hadn't had the kids or there had been a place to pull over or no traffic coming up fast behind me or or or or...

I hope I do get a call from the police or ICBC so I know they received my information. When I travelled that same route this morning I noticed the location where it happened and I do believe the red truck was just going too fast as he came around the small hill and turn and he didn't have time to stop when he saw the truck.

And I can't help but believe his split second decision to straighten out may have saved our lives. There were four souls in my car that morning, three tiny precious ones that I"m responsible for.

That man's split second decision may have changed the course of our lives, it certainly changed the course of our day. Instead of dealing with hospitals and insurance and physical trauma of some kind or other, instead of working through fear and pain and shock yesterday, my children got to play happily at daycare and I got to go to work and share my beautiful news with my coworkers, "I'm expecting a baby."

How did we get so lucky?

I'm left thanking God over and over and praying for the driver of the red truck.