I think I've officially decided that this trend of skinny jeans, is only for people who do not sit down or bend their legs. I give up. No skinny jeans for me, and I'm okay with that.
A miracle occurred in our house yesterday. Isaac slept long enough that I could spend an hour and fifteen minutes working out, eat lunch, and take a shower. The shower is totally a bonus because that's usually the first thing to get knocked off of the agenda...I take that back, washing my hair is definitely the least important thing throughout the whole week. When I was in college I held a competition to see how long I could go without washing my hair. Yeah, okay, I was the only competitor, which meant I totally won because I went at least eight days without washing my hair. Kind of amazing, right? If you want your husband to notice you, don't wash your hair for a really long time, and then randomly wash it and make it look really nice...trust me, he'll be like, "whoa, did you take a shower, you look kinda hot today." Works every time. Try it. Unless you have greasy hair, and if that's the case, I feel bad for you.
When Isabella was about six months old, I started a playgroup. Mainly because I needed friends, so I invited them to my house and made them be my friends. And here we are, almost four years later, a tight-knit group of women. We love each other's children, we take meals to those who need them, we text each other and say, "hey, we really need to escape our house...library? park?", it's the best. Each of us is unique, and to me, they're like family.
I find myself with my friend's kids saying things like, "Wow! Good standing!", "Good signing!" "You rolled over! That's amazing!" All of these things I praise other kids for, when really, it just comes naturally, but with Isaac, he needs the verbal cues, we've found that is what really motivates him. So it's funny to me when I catch myself saying things like that. It's hard though, I realize how behind Isaac actually is. So in an attempt to surround myself with less typically developing kids, we went to the special needs story time at one our local libraries. We were the only people there. That's the second time this has happened. We made the most of it, and Isaac had a blast because he thinks people who sing and read books in really high pitched (annoying) voices are really funny.
Now get out there and do something useful!
Isaac and I have a new clapping game we play. He thinks it's absolutely hilarious...
Isaac! Where's your foot?!
Isaac! Where's your nose!?
Isaac! Where's your mouth!?
"Daddy, do you want a salad tonight? I'll make a salad for you."
Me: "Oh no you won't. If daddy wants a salad he can make his own salad. Boys need to learn to do things on their own."
Playgroup...
When Isaac gets really excited, he looks like he's conducting an orchestra. You never know, maybe one day he will.
Stomp your feet!
75. playing "what time is it, mr. fox" in our living room
76. Isaac laughing when we hide from Isabella during hide and seek
77. making time to play Sequence Letters...Walter and I both agree, something is wrong with that game--it's so dang hard, AND I KNOW MY LETTERS!
I'll share more next time. Isaac is on my lap and very unhappy with blogging.
Playgroups are the best! I miss mine that I was a part of for 6 years and than all the kids went to school! I love those women and it was a golden time in life. They hold a special place in my heart and we still try to go to one anothers special life events and cheer one another.
ReplyDeleteI love our playgroup, too...thank you so much for starting it <3
ReplyDeleteIsaac's clapping is awesome :) I think a close second to "orchestra director" for a profession would be "pilates instructor" ~ kid has some crazy ab strength!