Pajamies...

S. read a first reader to me before bed tonight. It was "Dora's Sleep Over," or something like that. Every time it said, pajamas. S. said, "pajamies." It was so cute. :)

Yikes...

Another school shooting. Horrible. Sad. So sad. Lord help us please.

My pout pout fish...

There is so much that S. still does not understand in life, in language etc. She pouts a lot, and gets mad a lot. It takes a lot of patience to explain everything calmly over and over and over again, especially when she is staring at me like she hates me. If someone gets something she doesn't, or even if they don't get the exact same thing right down to the color, there is pouting. S. will think her thing, whatever it is, is not as good as whatever it is E. got, for some reason. Then she pouts. Even with food, S. is always sizing up the amounts on people's plates. She wants to see if she got the exact same amount, or not, and if not, she gets angry. It can be perceived or real, it doesn't matter, she will get angry. Sometimes, when I'm explaining stuff to her she is so angry, she can't even focus on what I am saying. I've been working with her to take deep breaths. I do the balloon breathing with her, or sometimes just good old fashion deep breaths. She also doesn't like to be corrected. Any correction can set S. off. She gets very angry. She wants to be perfect, and she doesn't want anyone to tell her what to do. Again, I talk to her, explain to her, and tell her to take deep breaths. Also, I'm looking for a good child therapist. I'm still working on that one.

The School Year...

And, so it begins again. The busy schedules. The over load of information, and stimulas for everyone. The competition for kids with other kids, for teachers with other teachers, for schools with other schools, for countries with other countries. And, so it begins... Deep breath. / But, also, love, and hope, and the sparkle in a child's eye when they learn something new. :)

What happens next?

"Life is full of surprises, and that's what makes it fun." A college boyfriend told me that once, and I thought he was crazy. To me, at that time, surprises did not make life fun. Surprises made life unpredictable, scary even. But, today, I can honestly say, that not knowing what might happen next is exciting, and interesting. I mean, sure, we can plan, and we can work towards our plans, and hopes, and dreams, but the element of surprise is out there. We all know the saying, "the best laid plans." :) So, we all, especially me, need to learn to enjoy the ride. I mean, we need to do our best, of course. Plan, work hard, do our best,etc. But, then, we have to also enjoy it, enjoy it all, soak it in. Love our family. Breathe the air. Be at peace. And believe that something wonderful is about to happen. :)  I mean, why not.  Don't we deserve it?  A little peace, a little enjoyment. 

Lotto...

If I won the lotto, I would adopt another kid. :) For sure. First thing. :) What would you do ?