The good thing about only making one post per month is at least I have a lot to talk about. We drove (apparently this makes me insane to do this) to my parents’ house for Christmas. We had a really good trip. Two evenings spent at “the pub” (my neighbor’s house). The Valentine Family Bluegrass Band was in full effect. Actually it was our first two rehearsals ever. Let’s just say that we had fun but nobody who was in earshot of us had fun.
Looking back through some posts on here, I see that I was rejoicing in the fact that Stephen was fully potty trained two months ago. That was true for about two weeks. Since then, we don’t have nighttime down. At all. Daytime is good, even though he always waits until the last second.
We are having an “Early Intervention” firm assess Henry. Actually it’s not a firm, but a county service. He is 22 months old, does not communicate, and barely responds to communication from others. He doesn’t point. He has no way to say when he’s thirsty or hungry. He hardly pays attention to his surroundings. The initial evaluation was a week and a half ago. She gave Henry a preliminary test (by asking his parents a bunch of questions) and kindly informed us that he scored a 0/50 on the language portion of the assessment. Yeah, that’s why we called you. Anyway, it actually went well and the lady was very nice. She says Henry is floppy. “Floppy Baby Syndrome” is basically a way to describe naturally low muscle tone in an infant/toddler. This can have many side effects such as delayed walking and speech. The follow-up, more in-depth appointment is this coming Wednesday. It’s hard not to let things like this consume your life.
Finally got cold here. Little snow. Little freezing rain. Didn’t go above freezing for 4-5 days.
Since we’ve moved here, I’ve sort of gotten into a rut in many areas. I’ve been taking care of the kids and phoning everything else in. I think I just convinced myself that it’s too hard and too time-consuming to take care of the kids, and I don’t have to do anything else. Example: Showering only 2x a week or so. Example: Never ever ever cleaning the living room. Example: Slowly getting up later and later every day. I could provide a thousand examples probably. The point is, I’m trying to get better. I’m trying to be better. I’m chock full of typical character faults that I’ve been trying to hide from myself for too long, I guess. I don’t know. I’m still trying to figure it out. With the exception of our Christmas trip, the last 6-8 weeks have been sort of a personal unraveling. Now I’m trying to put it back together in a much better way. I feel kind of dumb that it took me 31 years to figure some of this stuff out about myself. I’ve got to be the least self-aware person on earth. I don’t even know when I’m hungry half the time (true story). I also feel like my wife and I have kind of pushed each other to the side and I am going out of my way to get that relationship back. So far it’s been such a rewarding experience. It feels good to be a nicer, better person to the people you love! No surprise there.
I’ll have some Christmas pictures to post soon enough. Seems like I’m always a couple months behind on that. Sigh.