I'm crazy!

The fact that next Wednesday Isaac will have four appointments in one day, proves the point that, I'm crazy! Only a crazy person does that. Last night as I was trying to fall asleep and running through my internalized calendar of Isaac's schedule, I realized that Wednesday Isaac will have OT, PT, SLT, and in the evening he and I will drive to Rainbow Babies for a Sleep Study. Add to that his Help Me Grow appointment on Monday and if I decide my sanity isn't at risk, a Sensory Adventure Day on Friday, at one of the privately run schools for special needs. When you have to schedule so many appointments, there's always one that has to come before the other. Hence my agreement to scheduling the sleep study on the same day as three other appointments. He has to have the sleep study before we go to our already scheduled ENT follow-up, and then of course he has to have that before we go to the already scheduled Sleep Doctor follow-up. Well, and then there's neurology, and she'll want to know all about everything so we might as well come with some juicy sleep study news. 

I think we're going to have amazing sleep study results. After the last one I was kind of freaking out because the Sleep Doctor and the ENT were discussing a future craniofacial surgery that would essentially break his jaw, and move it forward in order to open up his airway. We're still praying that we can avoid that one, and judging by his improvement in sleep and overall breathing since having the tonsillectomy, I think he'll just need some heavy duty orthodontics. 

Side note: I'm kind of excited about the sleep study because the next morning, I get to drop Isaac off at my parent's house, go home, and snuggle up in bed with Stella. It's going to be wonderful. Sleep. I can't wait! 

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Homeschooling doesn't get much better than this: pajamas and a Starbucks coffee. And she says she want to go to real school. She doesn't know what she's talking about.

Isaac is learning to read too. He's also learning to count: "Isaac, say, one - two - three - GO!" "Uh, uh, uh, GO!" Close enough.

Have you ever watched Curious George? If you haven't, I don't recommend it. You listen to the most annoyingly high pitched monkey repeat the same sound over and over again for an entire 20 minutes. With that said, Isaac kind of reminds me of Curious George, in a nicer way, of course. They're both really good at miming, and they both repeat the same sound over and over again until the man with the yellow hat, or in our case, Walter and I figure out what he is telling us.

Isaac's usually goes like this: Mama. Maaaama. MAMA. Uh, uh, uh, eh, eh, eh, oh, oh, oh...as he gestures for me to sit on floor and swings his arms like he's swinging a bat. Oh, duh, you want to play baseball/catch with the ball! I'm getting really good at this game. It's his favorite, and if I don't do it: MaaaaMA, Mama, uh, uh, uh, UH, EH, OH, UH, BA (Ball).

Notice the tongue sticking out for extra focus. :)

I could used some knocked out, oblivious to the world sleep like this....

They love each other so much. If Isaac is sitting next to Isabella, he caresses her hair.

Isaac knows exactly where we keep the board games and he sits at the door and cries until we let him pick which one he wants. Then he forces me to play with him. I tend to hope he doesn't pick Operation. That requires a Tylenol to go with it.

This is Isaac realizing that he just hit the Squinkie jack pot while Isabella wasn't looking.

Squinkie makers, what exactly inspired you to create "Zinkies" (a much smaller version of Squinkies)? Are you trying to find more ways to torture parents?

We had a few very rough months trying to get Isaac to not scream as if we were torturing him every time we went to the library. I really didn't want to give up on going, because when we go it's for Isabella's "special" story time and craft time. Well, the perseverance paid off, and now he will happily (most of the time) play at the computer and is way to loud with excitement while he's there, but so far the librarians haven't kicked us out.

Example of inconsistent exposure. I changed my settings before taking the next two pictures. 

He looked over and saw Charlotte typing and thought that looked like a cool idea. 

I went to the grocery store (Heinen's, to be exact. Where most of the people recognize us because we shop there every week) and bought a bottle of wine for our post roast. I only took in my bank card with me because I don't like carrying a purse if I don't have to. Of course I didn't think to bring in my I.D. I generally assume that if I'm grocery shopping with two kids, that automatically puts me in the category of "old enough to purchase alcohol". Not so, they made me go out to my car to get my I.D.

Here's to looking like a teen mom.

Sierra