1. my life
2. the fact that you are taking a mostly nude photo of me in the mirror with your cell phone
3. that hideous face you're making OR
4. the permanent marker scribbles on your nails
Greetings from the week that I thought might kill me and the kids.
It didn't!! It won't.
It's only Wednesday and Ace of Base came on the van's radio today and renewed our spirits and I think we just might make it. Sebastian is still on the fence with his hydrant of a nose and new penchant for brooding but things finally started to look straight ahead instead of straight down to hell this morn. Tomorrow I'm going to aim for one Sebastian smile and one heavenward tilt of our heads because I'm an optimist as you well know.
Without getting too "is she speaking English or is she speaking medical technical?" on you I'll just report that I decided to take my life threatening heartburn out of the incapable hands of generic tropical flavored antacids and threw the flames at a more serious balm of a minty and much stronger variety. Also, after a long date with the dentist and my insanely sensitive gums, lots of lettuce thrown at a lot of Benzocaine, and many days of a liquid diet ... I've graduated back to eating solid, luke warm oatmeal.
Julia hasn't skipped a beat in any life realm and has actually accomplished quite a bit these past few days ...
Also ... her vocabulary is really taking off and probably her greatest stride is that she's started calling the refrigerator a "bidge" which sounds exactly like "bitch"
All of a sudden she is talking to anyone and anything about anything and everything
bumps into the door on accident? "sorry, door."
walking upstairs? "bye basement."
Sebastian returns from a 4 second sojourn to the next room? "I missed you, Bashy!"
I call the method that bears such sweet fruit "unschooling" -- you'll have to Google it because it's all very complicated and I'm actually in the middle of lesson planning right this second.
No rest for the mothers/educators/sickly/professional photographers.