A New Favorite

I found this print by Lisa Hurwitz last week on Etsy. I instantly fell in love with it and couldn't decide if I should get it or just drop hints that I wanted it for Mother's Day. I decided to get it and I'm so glad I did! It should be here either today or tomorrow and I cannot wait to get it either framed or mounted onto a box (hopefully that's where my sister will come to my rescue!).

I know right where it's going to go in my new house - just above my desk on my new shelves - and I know it will become a piece I love for years to come. It just reminds me so much of my sweet, cuddly Sammy.

Now I just need to save my pennies so I can buy this and this and this and this for Sammy's room...

Early Therapy

Sammy had his mid year review for his early intervention this morning. All went well. It was actually good to go through the things he was listed as deficient in and see that he really has made progress. He recognizes more than a dozen words and phrases, he can (finally) point out belly and nose, he's stacking better, etc. The therapist and I thought he said 'uh oh' this morning after knocking some blocks down. Hearing that she thought he said it as well was wonderful validation!

Another thing mentioned was the real possibility that Sammy won't qualify for services anymore once we move. While that is wonderful news, since it would mean he's caught up and is in the normal range, it's also another source of frustration for me. I am constantly telling Isaac how frustrating it is to be the only one that thinks something is wrong with Sammy. Am I just completely off base and it's nothing more than a language delay and genetics? Should I be more pro-active and insist something's wrong to the dozen professionals saying it's just a delay and genetics? I just don't know. I do know that I get a headache thinking about it constantly!

However, today, was good. We have more sounds. A possible 'uh oh'. Better fine motor skills. And a shorter list of things to work on until we leave.

The Most Wonderful Time of the Year...

It's primary day for many states. Unfortunately, my residency is in a state that doesn't vote tomorrow and by the time they DO vote, we'll be in Utah. Which is a 'votes tomorrow' state. The election I am most passionate about and I might possibly miss the vote. It just kills me.


However, I will be watching the returns while ignoring all humanly duties. I will also be hoping for phenomenal results for Obama. I can't wait to get involved more with his campaign once we move and bring Sammy along. Start him early on the importance of political duty.

Sick - emphasis on the ick.

Ugh. The stomach flu made it's way to our house a week ago yesterday. It was bad for Sammy the first part of the week and then Isaac & I got it during the middle of the week. By Saturday night, we were all feeling respectable. Not great, but the worst seemed to be over. And then yesterday happened. I got sick again. Sammy got sick again. Luckily Isaac is still feeling ok and rejoined life today. Sammy woke up worse this morning, so it's off to the doctor. This is his first illness and I'm feeling wholly inadequate as the poor kid just cries in discomfort. Hopefully this will pass (again) quickly and we can get things back on track.

As Sure As I Am

I turned 34 this weekend. I'm not one to get hung up on numbers; I don't care who knows how old I am, but this one (just like 24) feels a little different. My friend (who also turns 34 this year) & I were talking about the difference. We think it's because the '4' so firmly means middle. I'm no longer in my 'early' thirties. What a concept to wrap my head around!

I saw a woman on t.v. this week who was 34 and she looked...like a soccer mom might look. She was pretty and put together and nothing was wrong, but for the first time I realized that I must look like that to people in their early 20s. I'm suddenly the person with the music from college stuck on her iPod (granted there is some new stuff sandwiched between Toad the Wet Sprocket and Depeche Mode, but still!) and saying things like, "wow...I graduated from college 10 years ago?" like I have no concept of time. Now that's crazy.