Forever

From the day Isaac turned three to the day he turned four, was a very long year. It's absolutely astounding how dramatic the change was on each birthday and for awhile we enjoyed a bit of a respite with Isaac.

Unfortunately, the older he is the smarter he has decided he is and now he very carefully considers our instructions, but more often than not discards them for his own choices.

The other night, I asked him to stop bouncing a ball through out the house [bad mom, I know, so cruel]. When he looked me square in the eye and continued to bounce it, I took it from him and told him it would then be thrown away.

Breaking my heart he yelled at me "I'm mad at you! I'm mad at you forever."

On the one hand, I'm relieved those are the extent of the words he used, but on the other, I understood the depth of his frustration and wonder what he would have said, if he had other hurtful words in his vocabulary.

Parenting is such a trip.

Miriam: five months

This month you started "talking" even more, flip with ease from tummy to back and vice versa, as well as teeter totter when seated. Miriam, I'm not going to lie, these last two months have been too busy. I can't wait to settle in and just mother you this winter!
















We've almost had you for a half a year!

Flighty

Just collecting my thoughts for these few sentences will prove rough, mainly because I've lost my ever loving mind. I used to have a pretty solid vocabulary, which has only turned into a million words that now taunt me. In the middle of a sentence I'll panic, because I know that the word I'm coming upon speaking out loud isn't there. The idea I want to convey is, but the word itself just remains on the tip of my tongue.

Wedding consults have been really comical, so long as the couple I'm meeting with has a sense of humor. The few that haven't have left me feeling like a complete idiot. I really hope that with adding hours back into my life and gaining a little bit more sleep as Miri grows will give me a bit of normalcy back. I'm not ready for this scatter-brained persona to the thirty year old version of me.