This time it was Abby's turn. Her beautiful curls are A LOT to keep up with. In the interest of not having World War III every morning when it comes time to brush we decided to go shorter.
She started like this:
(sorry for fuzzy pictures!)
And left the salon like this:
I'm guessing once we wash her hair it will curl up even more.
As part of my OCD I am starting the process of prepping for Baby's impending arrival. Little things like taking care of birthday plans for the girls (ahead of time), planning their IEP meetings at school, packing the bags, etc. I am hoping to check as many things off my May/June list as humanly possible BEFORE having the baby.
One of the things that popped onto my list last week was end of year teachers gifts. We have had the same teacher, aides, bus drivers and therapists for two years. We have had such a wonderful experience that I would love to give a heart felt gift. Only I am coming up BLANK!
So, I was thinking maybe someone out there would have the perfect gift idea.
Any suggestions???
I am so in love with this crazy warm winter we are having. So are my girls!
The first day it hit the 70's we hopped in the car right after they got off the bus.
I wasn't sure where he would end up but our choice became obvious very quickly.
Seventy degree days in March call for water ice and ice cream!
I may be 8 months pregnant and not able to chase them around the park but thats sure doesn't mean we have to waste weather like this!
Today was the girls mid-year conferences. All in all it went well. We went over what they are seeing in school and it is much like what they see at home. Thankfully they are seeing more of the issues we see at home at school. It's frustrating when you report symptoms that school never sees. I swear they think you're full of it half the time.
We started the conversation about kindergarten. It's hard to believe we are to that point. They will be starting the testing to figure out what is most appropriate for them individually and as a twin set. It looks like they might end up together again next year. Our township has a few options for kindergarten: 1. regular, mainstream K, 2. Mainstream K with speech services, 3. Integrated K (half kids with IEP's, half "typical" kids) and 4. MDK - which is a multi-disability K. Abby is qualified for the MDK already because of her diagnosis. Grace is more of the question mark.
They are sending her to a psychiatrist to talk about a format ADHD diagnosis. If she gets the diagnosis she will be deemed eligible for MDK. It sounded like their teachers felt MDK would be the best fit for both girls. It's a full day program in an enclosed classroom. They would have a special ed teacher and 2 aides with a max of 12 kids in the class.
So, now we wait until the testing is done to see where they will end up.
The week before last was time for my "annual" hair cut. I use quotes but many years I do only get my hair cut once. :D
Recently Brian and I watched an episode of 60 minutes (a show which we love like a couple of 70 year olds ;D) dedicated to individuals who do insanely risky things. They had people who climb mountains and jump off in "squirrel suits", a man who free swims with great white sharks and a young guy who climbs insane mountains with NO ROPE. I think they called it free climbing. Simply watching this guy climb the mountain on television was giving me big time agita.
I found myself feeling somehow akin to this crazy mountain climbing guy. There are so many days where I find myself metaphorically half way up the giant mountain, by myself with no rope and no net. If I look down I will lose it and fall. If I look up I will become overwhelmed at how far I have to go. It's a no win. So instead I start blindly climbing towards the top of the peak or the end of the day or the end my journey or whatever.
The crappy part is that when this guy finished climbing he might feel exhausted but he is also exhilarated. Someone the end of my journey usually ends with me exhausted, going to bed too late, not getting enough done and being frustrated. SO I guess the moral of the story is that I should abandon my "everyday life" and take up mountain climbing. Make sense, right?
And before I go, you're welcome for the visual of a woman, 8 months pregnant, trying to climb the face of a mountain. :D
A couple of days ago I got the paperwork for my C-section. I knew it was coming and the date is on the calendar but there was something about seeing those papers sitting on the counter that made it all feel so real. How the heck did time go so fast that we are under two months. I am guessing this two months are going to FLY BY. This time of year is always insane for us. In some respects it puts even more pressure on to get things done. On the other hand it is starting to build the overall excitement for all of us. Where I was such a mixed bag of emotions at this point with the girls I am just super excited with this one. I am a Mom. I know what to expect. I know that sleepless nights are in my future but they are doable. I don't sit and worry about how I will care for another person, will I know what to do, what if he gets sick. Been there, done that. It's kind of a nice feeling. :D
While I am DEFINITELY done having kids after Baby I do see why people have more. Something about having a baby when you have some experience is very exciting and empowering.
30 weeks and counting!!
NINE MORE WEEKS! That's it. Then I'm done this part. Then I get to meet my son. Then my daughters become big sisters.
It's so hard to fathom at this point. I have watched my ticker go from the left side to the right side and I feel like all I did was blink. With the girls it felt endless. I felt like I gestated for a good three or four years. With this guy it has been just a blip. After we got past those horrible early months the whole thing has flown by.
Now he's growing and moving and could make it if he were born today. It's incredible.
I remember around this time with the girls feeling like as ready as I was to meet them I wasn't ready to be done being pregnant. I never LOVED being pregnant but I liked it enough to want to keep them in there. I am finding this go around so different. I am so ready for him to be here. I guess since I know what to expect as a Mom it changes everything. I don't lay up and wonder what it's going to be like to be responsible for another persons existence. I do that every day.
Now I just wonder how I am going to handle all three of them with only two hands. :D
The c-section is scheduled! I am scheduled for May 7th (a Monday) at 3:30, with my favorite doc in the practice. I don't love the 3:30 time but she said that often on a Monday a 3:30 gets turned into an earlier time since people will deliver over the weekend. The stinky part is in order to get moved up if I can I have to fast after midnight and potentially until 3:30. That could be tough!
I'm just excited to have a date in the books so we can get planning. Nine more weeks!
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