Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Blink

Just blink and your baby will be four weeks away from his 1st birthday.

Really, just close your eyes for that nanosecond. When you open them again, your baby will no longer be a baybee...

he'll be on the verge of toddlerhood. You know, when he actually toddles and all.

He'll be pulling up and starting to cruise.

He'll be calling you "mamma!!!!" (said just like that) and demanding that you picking him up THIS VERY SECOND.

He'll be in perpetual motion...always going opposite to where you expect...into everything.

He'll have a mouth full of teeth and be eating actual people food when the fancy strikes.

Just blink.

That's all you do.

But remember to treasure every moment.

Because before you know it, your baby is all grown up.

Monday, February 27, 2012

Thoughts About Birth Order

There is a teacher at school who subscribes to the theory of personality is influenced by birth order. Every year she polls all of her students and notes each child's birth order. Every year I hear about the class full of last born students who "never do their homework and always play around," or the class of mostly first born students who totally rock and are overachievers.

Usually I paste a look of interest on my face and then retreat to the inner workings of my mind (or mentally play Scramble because I am odd like that) and half listen to her talk. She'll drone on until she has had her say and then moves on to her next target friend with whom to chat. I'll go on my merry way and pretty much forget what it was she wasted ten minutes of my time telling me.*

Today, though, something she said (and sadly I'm not even sure what it was), caught my attention and made me start thinking about birth order--in particular, how birth order relates to my own family.

I am the youngest of three. My two older brothers are eight years older than me. Both of them had left the house by the time I was in sixth grade. I always said growing up that it was more like I was an only child rather than the baby of the family. When I checked what the birth order characteristics of an only child are, they described how others perceive me and maybe, if I am honest, how I see myself.

Is.aac is also the youngest of three, although there is only three years between him and his oldest brother. He exhibits the characteristics of the CLASSIC youngest child. Seriously. It's freaky how accurately it pegged him.

Sh.awn is our first born, a distinction that I am actually glad was bestowed on him. He's had a hard time, but he continues to persevere and fight. He has a strong personality and loves for things to go just his way. He is my rebel. If I say not to do something, he will look me in the eye and turn to do just what I told him not to do. But he is also the one who everyone remembers because he can charm the pants off of anyone.

Ja.son is the dominant one, the little parent. It is Ja.son who decides what they are going to do or where they will play. He is the enforcer, and will tell his brothers that they should be doing this or that or if they continue to break the rule they will have to go on the naughty chair. He is my people pleaser, instantly crying if he thinks he has disappointed. He does not like to fail at what he does, so he often will study a topic/skill for a long time before attempting it.

According to the birth order theory, the first born could be described as the people pleaser, the leader, the bossy know-it-all, and behave as if he is the one in charge. The middle child can be described as independent, rebellious, sociable, and engaging in attention seeking behaviors.

In our family, the characteristics the boys display seem to be opposite of what you might think based on their birth order. Sh.awn acts like the middle child, not the oldest child he is. Ja.son acts like the oldest and not the middle child.

It is no surprise to me that they do not fit into the mold of how they'd be expected to behave. When have my boys ever been cookie cutter? lol

It makes me wonder how much of the dominance Ja.son displays is due to him being a few months ahead of Sh.awn developmentally. (Ja.son has always been 6 months or so ahead of Sh.awn developmentally. The idea is that Sh.awn has to focus more on moving his body, therefore he is a bit slower to reach developmental milestones.)

And then there is Mr. Jack. I am already seeing that he is going to be the daredevil of the crew. He knows how to get the attention he wants and is very effective at getting said attention. Even as young as he is, he is already acting like the youngest child this theory describes.

While I am not ready to believe this theory as the be all, end all, it does give me something to think about. I think if nothing else, I need to make sure that I am aware of the strengths and weaknesses my boys' personalities and try to give them opportunities to become as well rounded as possible.

Which, you know, we are all trying to do anyway, right?

So what do you think? Do you agree with the theory of birth order shaping the personalities of children in a family? If you have multiples, do you think this theory accurately describes their relationship in your family? And lastly, do you think the birth order characteristics accurately describe you? I'd love to hear your input.

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*That makes me sound horrible, but seriously. She is ALWAYS talking, so much so that I can rarely get a word in myself. She creates this time where she corners people and then insists that we listen until she's had her say. Sigh.

**Here is an interesting article I found on the topic of Birth order and twins. I think I like this explanation of what may be happening with Sh.awn and Ja.son.

Friday, February 24, 2012

Friday Night Leftovers

  • The Sick has not been my friend. I ended up taking two days off of work. I hate taking sick days. I never know what I'll have to clean up when I return.
  • I also had to cancel therapy for the boys this week. I had hoped Is.aac could take them this morning, but Ja.son woke up with a sore throat. We decided we should be safe rather than sorry and kept them home.
  • I think I've slept for most of the last two days. Well, I slept when I wasn't throwing up. Thank goodness my mom was willing to watch my still crabby boys while I slipped into a germ infested coma. Is.aac then took over once he got home from work. I don't know what I would have done if I had to do to take care of everyone by myself. I know it would have been ugly.

  • It has come to my attention that good ole California is threatening to make it so my boys would no longer qualify for therapy as we make more than minimum wage. To our state, the only way we could qualify is if we spent more than 20% of our income on therapy. Otherwise, we will need to get therapy through our insurance company, which would pay for (less a $30 copay) only 15 weeks of therapy a year. A YEAR.
  • If you live in California or know someone in California who will be affected by this cut (like my boys) or even if you just think this is a crappy thing to do to families who need help, please consider clicking on the link and signing the petition.  http://www.thepetitionsite.com/1/SaveCCS-therapy/
  • Sigh. My state really does suck sometimes.

Stop by Danifred's for more Leftovers.

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Mostly Wordless Wednesday - In the Middle of the Sick

So it seems you can only dodge the Sick for so long when you are surrounded by little people who for some reason become greatly fascinated by your mouth, nose, and eyes when their hands are covered in germs. (I swear if one more kid pokes me in the eye with a slimy hand, I am going to lose it.)

Sigh.

Anywho, I am feeling a bit under the weather (Please let this be fast moving crud.) and not really into the whole creative blogging thing tonight. I've got a pillow calling my name. Thank goodness for Mostly Wordless Wednesday.

I leave you with a picture taken about 12 hours before our sweet children were overtaken by the cranky, snotty, "I want you to hold me! NO!!! Get away from me NOW!" boys they are now.

So serene...I miss those times. Ahem.

If Sh.awn's any indication, it looks like whatever this is gives you one good night of feeling really crappy followed by a few days of only feeling mildly crappy. I find that knowledge comforting somehow. Maybe this will be a fast moving crud after all.

A girl can hope.

Saturday, February 18, 2012

Friday (OK, Saturday) Night Leftovers

  • Well, we made it through to round 2 of the grant process. Go me. I am not exactly excited about the extra work this is going to create for me, but hopefully this time people will step up and do what they say they are going to do and not leave it all on me.
  • Yeah. Not holding my breath.
  • Work has been hard the past few months, for a number of reasons. None of those reasons will go away in the foreseeable future.
  • Sigh.
  • This last Thursday was the ten year anniversary of Is.aac asking me to marry him. I can't believe that it's been ten years.
  • I really can't believe that we've been together for nearly 23 years this June.
  • Dude. When did he get so old? ;)
  • Sh.awn finally went in the potty! Sure, he was trying to shit in the bathtub so I picked him up and put him on the potty while he SCREAMED the entire time, but let's not lose sight of the fact that he pooed in the potty.
  • I'm calling it a freaking success story.
  • What? I'm desperate. He could very well be the ONE kid who does go to college in diapers just to spite his mother. He's pretty stubborn. And likes to push my buttons.
  • Ahem.
  • He may come by his stubbornness naturally.
  • Speaking of Sh.awn, I am so excited about the huge leaps in vocabulary he has made this month.
  • His receptive language has always been spot on. He could always generate his own speech if he wanted to talk. He did, however, struggle to answer direct questions. I had begun to worry knew there was likely a pretty significant processing disorder to deal with. (Which, when you understand that his bleed affected his language center, some sort of processing issue is not a surprise.)
  • But he has started rhyming everyfreakingthing he says (like Ja.son) and now has full out conversations with me. He answers my questions. (You know, when he wants to. sigh.) In complete thoughts. I am in awe.
  • My concern about processing disorders has been GREATLY reduced. They may find something to be concerned about at some point, but I'm now convinced it will be a slight issue if any there is one at all.
  • Talk about relief.
  • I love, love, LOVE how this new development has translated to Sh.awn's relationship with Ja.son. They are now playing in a way they never had before. Music to my ears! :-)
Stop by Danifred's for more leftovers.

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

What I Decided

If you follow the happenings of the other blog, you know I finally posted about the photos. After doing some very serious thinking about everything involved (Dude. Trust me when I say I kept myself up at night thinking this through from every angle. I've questioned my intent and worried that I might be sending a message that I do not want to send. It's been brutal), I decided against linking to the photographer's page and did not discuss their diagnosis. Maybe I am just hyper sensitive, but I am just not ready to publicly connect them on their own site to a label, especially before they are able to even fully understand the label themselves.

I hope for their blog to someday be a place for them to go and read about their adventures. I want it to be a place for them to see that the memories and fun we've shared, and even for them to see a glimpse of my perceptions of them as they grow. I really do try to celebrate them as they ARE there.

It isn't a place where I ever want them to feel like I've shared too much or discussed things they may find are too personal or too embarrassing or too whatever other adjective they may use to describe me saying too much. I'll error on the side of being conservative for just that reason. Ultimately, the boys' feelings are the only ones I care about in this entire situation.

So for the time being I will hold the diagnosis information close to home and will not share it on their blog. That decision will likely change sometime in the future, but for now I believe that it is the right one.

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As for the In.spir.ation Thr.ough Art people wanting to showcase the boys on their site as 2012 heroes, I am still on the fence. They wrote an email asking for a more detailed description of all they've overcome in their short lives to add to the pictures. My immediate response was to freak out and decline. But, Is.aac really liked the idea of them being featured. We compromised. If I can tailor a response that satisfies both their need for information while retaining my need for remaining semi private, then we will probably let them feature the boys. They are beautiful pictures after all. If I can't figure out a way to write a response that I like, then we will have no problem declining their invitation. (I also spoke to the photographer about my concerns, because this does affect her as well, and she said she would be okay with whatever my decision was.)

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So there it is. With all of this thinking, I've come to realize that I am too fucking hard on myself. My lingering guilt over the boys' beginnings continues to color what I do. It still makes me question everything when it comes to parenting. I put such incredible pressure on myself to do the BEST. THING. for the boys. Which, come on. I am only human. I am placing demands on myself that I can't possibly meet. No wonder I feel so bad about myself sometimes. Sigh.

Me. I am such a work in progress.

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Happy Valentine's Day


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From tonight's conversation:
"If you were my age, and I was your age, then we could be married. Wouldn't that be fun?"

Already wanting to marry mom. I think my heart just melted again...
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