So I applied to go to school. And now I'm waiting. And waiting. Annnnnd waiting. For an answer as to whether or not the school has accepted my application, whether I will get financial aid. whether I will get the loan I need to pay for school. I really want to know what is going on. I've checked the loan website over and over again! But it's nothing new every time. Bummer.
I've only told my sister and Melissa so far. (Well, obviously my husband knows!) I don't think I'm even going to tell my mother. I'm sure she will only have negative things to say about it. I'll tell her after I graduate. Then see what she has to say.
Oh why oh why can't they just hurry up and tell me yes or no?!?!?! The waiting is driving me nuts.
My hands are in terrible shape. I'm going to see the Ortho doc in a couple weeks. Surgery is what we're looking at. For whatever reason, I showed zero improvement with therapy. Even not knitting and wearing those stupid braces at night didn't help. And can you imagine how hard it was/is to NOT KNIT??? So I'm supposed to be still wearing the stupid braces even thought they drive me crazy and rip my hair out and scratch me. I'm trying. I hate them, though. And they seem to do no good. I still wake up with pain and numbness. So frustrating.
Knitting has been difficult. I've got a one-year-old, ok? He keeps me busy, that's for sure. Not that the other three every let me have a break, either. Of course, I don't mind too much. They're cute enough that I still like them. ;-) But I have some of this and some of that done. A dishcloth here, a hat there. Or shall we say, parts of things here, parts of things there. I like to start new things so much, I have a zillion UFO's all over the place. I have finished Molly's hat. I'm sure it won't go over very well, considering none of her family knit and do not realize the amount of time and effort even something as small as a hat takes when you're making it by hand, but I really don't care. It is really cute, though.
And I have not been keeping up on Ravelry. I pop over to read a bit now and then (I even posted a few days ago!) but as for the amount of time I was spending there before? Not so much. After all the crap with Mom going into the nursing home... I just don't have the patience for it. And the worst part of that? I know that's somewhere I really could go and talk to someone about it. But I feel like I might be misunderstood. To tell the truth, I'm afraid that my Rav friends will think I'm a terrible daughter and a worse person. And I don't want that at all.
I did, however, make up a hat pattern for a friend of the husband as repayment for a favor she did for him. I made notes and wrote out the pattern. Was knitting another of the same to test out the pattern while playing D&D at the in-laws and MIL requested a copy of the pattern for her friend who wants to knit hats for her granddaughters for Giftmas. Hopefully I wrote it well enough that she gets a nice finished product out of it.
Showing posts with label kids. Show all posts
Showing posts with label kids. Show all posts
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Doing...
So I'm doing pretty miserably on my Day Zero project. I'm not blogging, I'm slacking on walking with Bam (which won't matter next week since I'm subbing for him while he's on the tennis team, but still...), I wanted to reorganize my list to the frequency of the goals (daily, weekly, etc.). It just seems like there's not enough time in my day. Maybe I'll make individual lists of the daily, weekly, etc. goals and just have to post them by the door or something. To counteract that whole out of sight, out of mind thing. I do well with visual reminders.
Gotten a couple small knitting projects done in the past few weeks. Tried out Tribbles and made three within a few days. Great for scraps! Finished a hat for Lula, she spent the night at Gramma's and forgot it there, then spent the next few days crying about her hat! She's adorable. I'm trying to make a neckwarmer for a birthday gift. It's getting me all kinds of crazy. I've frogged it three times. I really think the intended recipient will like it so I don't want to give up on making it, and it's just a freakin' rectangle, for @%*^'s sake! I've had issues with ugly pooling, width, and needle size. I've decided to give it one last go and if I fail again, it will be understood that this project and I are not destined to be together. Then I will set fire to the yarn and cackle with glee.
J-Bug is growing like mad! He's in 6-9mo clothes already, and some of those are getting close to being too small. I can't believe it how big he is. He must weigh almost 20lbs by now. But he's looking healthy and he's chubby but not fat, so I'm not concerned.
Cakers is so disappointed that she does not get to go to school yet. I feel so terrible telling her that she's not old enough. She gets this sad look on her face and it just makes my heart ache. I'm going to look into Head Start. She's really smart so I bet she won't qualify for it, but at least I can try, right?
Lula is getting really excited about school starting again. It's so overwhelming for her that she cries every time we talk about it, the poor kid. I hope she makes more progress this year. It's going to get a lot more noticeable to her classmates that she is so far behind. I know some of them were already teasing her last year but I also know that kids get meaner as they get older. I don't know what I can do about it, either. I don't know if there even is anything that can be done. I hate the thought of my little girl being teased. She's so sweet and pure. She doesn't deserve what I know is coming.
Bam, well, is nearly a teenager. And he fits the bill. He's mouthy, he's rude, he's lazy. He doesn't want to do anything he's told. Yeah, he's becoming a teenager. He's not as bad with me so much. He can get really shitty with George on occasion. All he wants to do it play video games, pretty much. As for school starting again, he's basically indifferent. It's like, well, I know it was coming, so whatever. On a happier note, he doesn't have to have surgery on his leg. The doctor said that the plate can stay in forever unless he has to have a hip replacement. Which wouldn't happen until he's (in the words of the doc!) "old and grey". (I thought that was pretty funny, coming from a doctor who's probably around 65 and quite grey himself! LOL) I was more relieved than I thought I would be. I had prepared myself for my baby (haha) boy to go into the hospital to have his leg cut back open. I knew since last summer that he'd have to get that plate out. But when Dr. E called and said that he'd recently learned at a conference that plates (at least that type of plate) won't inhibit growth in kids, so we didn't need to take it out, I was giddy. I probably sounded like a complete loon to the doc. Oh well, I'm still happy that it can stay in!
So that's me for now.
Gotten a couple small knitting projects done in the past few weeks. Tried out Tribbles and made three within a few days. Great for scraps! Finished a hat for Lula, she spent the night at Gramma's and forgot it there, then spent the next few days crying about her hat! She's adorable. I'm trying to make a neckwarmer for a birthday gift. It's getting me all kinds of crazy. I've frogged it three times. I really think the intended recipient will like it so I don't want to give up on making it, and it's just a freakin' rectangle, for @%*^'s sake! I've had issues with ugly pooling, width, and needle size. I've decided to give it one last go and if I fail again, it will be understood that this project and I are not destined to be together. Then I will set fire to the yarn and cackle with glee.
J-Bug is growing like mad! He's in 6-9mo clothes already, and some of those are getting close to being too small. I can't believe it how big he is. He must weigh almost 20lbs by now. But he's looking healthy and he's chubby but not fat, so I'm not concerned.
Cakers is so disappointed that she does not get to go to school yet. I feel so terrible telling her that she's not old enough. She gets this sad look on her face and it just makes my heart ache. I'm going to look into Head Start. She's really smart so I bet she won't qualify for it, but at least I can try, right?
Lula is getting really excited about school starting again. It's so overwhelming for her that she cries every time we talk about it, the poor kid. I hope she makes more progress this year. It's going to get a lot more noticeable to her classmates that she is so far behind. I know some of them were already teasing her last year but I also know that kids get meaner as they get older. I don't know what I can do about it, either. I don't know if there even is anything that can be done. I hate the thought of my little girl being teased. She's so sweet and pure. She doesn't deserve what I know is coming.
Bam, well, is nearly a teenager. And he fits the bill. He's mouthy, he's rude, he's lazy. He doesn't want to do anything he's told. Yeah, he's becoming a teenager. He's not as bad with me so much. He can get really shitty with George on occasion. All he wants to do it play video games, pretty much. As for school starting again, he's basically indifferent. It's like, well, I know it was coming, so whatever. On a happier note, he doesn't have to have surgery on his leg. The doctor said that the plate can stay in forever unless he has to have a hip replacement. Which wouldn't happen until he's (in the words of the doc!) "old and grey". (I thought that was pretty funny, coming from a doctor who's probably around 65 and quite grey himself! LOL) I was more relieved than I thought I would be. I had prepared myself for my baby (haha) boy to go into the hospital to have his leg cut back open. I knew since last summer that he'd have to get that plate out. But when Dr. E called and said that he'd recently learned at a conference that plates (at least that type of plate) won't inhibit growth in kids, so we didn't need to take it out, I was giddy. I probably sounded like a complete loon to the doc. Oh well, I'm still happy that it can stay in!
So that's me for now.
Monday, January 7, 2008
January 7, 2008
New to this. Don't know where to start, what would be interesting.
I suppose an intro would be a... good start.
At 29, I've got three kiddos, and one more on the way:
My oldest, Brandon, is 12. Yes, that means I was 17 when he was born. (And barely 17. I'd just turned that about three weeks before he was born.) And he's brilliant. He's smarter than most kids his age and is a year ahead in school. I'm not just a bragging mom, he really is that smart. He sometimes makes me feel like an idiot or a drooling baboon. He just thinks he needs to be perfect. He dotes on his sisters, too.
My next, Lillian (Lily), is 7 and she is an angel. She's severely developmentally delayed and has epilepsy. She looks like any "normal" girl her age, plays like them, feeds herself, nearly everything; she just doesn't learn as quickly as the rest and has a seizure once in a while. She's not in diapers, she doesn't need a bib, she doesn't eat pureed food. She loves everyone, and she'll hug you if you let her.
My third, and current youngest, Elaine (Lainey), is nearly 2. And a beast. She has so much energy! She is so smart it's scary sometimes. I love to watch her learning processes. She's so very different from the other two. I realize that all kids are different from each other, but she's been a huge shock for me. She's developing so... normally. She's at the front of the "expected" development charts or ideals or whatever they call them now.
The fourth, ?, is due to arrive sometime in early June. I expect this will turn out to be more like middle June. All three previous were a minimum of five days late. Brandon was a full 2 weeks late (yes, I was ready to die by then!), I was induced at 1 week late with Lily {when it seemed there was no end in sight again, however, the nonstress test said it was time}, and Lainey made her entrance into the world five days after she was supposed to be here. So again, with a due date of June 8th, I'm guessing at least the 13th. Taking bets, anyone?
I've been married to a wonderful guy, George, since 2004. He's Lainey & #4's biological father but not Brandon & Lily's. Not that biology counts, at least in this case. He's most definitely their dad. And he's one of the few who really doesn't care that he's not blood to the two of them. If he and I were ever to get divorced, he'd fight for rights to them as hard as he could. Of course, I wouldn't agree to the divorce. I love him too much. He's been my rock ever since I met him. Even when we were just friends. I owe him more than he'll ever know.
Yeah, I suppose that's all I'm going to go with for now. Tomorrow I think I might actually talk about me. That's what this is for, anyhow. To make something in my life about me. I know, I know: that sounds really selfish. However, in real life, I spend my days and nights caring for the aforementioned five. I can dedicate my blog to me me me. It'll be our little secret, ok?
I suppose an intro would be a... good start.
At 29, I've got three kiddos, and one more on the way:
My oldest, Brandon, is 12. Yes, that means I was 17 when he was born. (And barely 17. I'd just turned that about three weeks before he was born.) And he's brilliant. He's smarter than most kids his age and is a year ahead in school. I'm not just a bragging mom, he really is that smart. He sometimes makes me feel like an idiot or a drooling baboon. He just thinks he needs to be perfect. He dotes on his sisters, too.
My next, Lillian (Lily), is 7 and she is an angel. She's severely developmentally delayed and has epilepsy. She looks like any "normal" girl her age, plays like them, feeds herself, nearly everything; she just doesn't learn as quickly as the rest and has a seizure once in a while. She's not in diapers, she doesn't need a bib, she doesn't eat pureed food. She loves everyone, and she'll hug you if you let her.
My third, and current youngest, Elaine (Lainey), is nearly 2. And a beast. She has so much energy! She is so smart it's scary sometimes. I love to watch her learning processes. She's so very different from the other two. I realize that all kids are different from each other, but she's been a huge shock for me. She's developing so... normally. She's at the front of the "expected" development charts or ideals or whatever they call them now.
The fourth, ?, is due to arrive sometime in early June. I expect this will turn out to be more like middle June. All three previous were a minimum of five days late. Brandon was a full 2 weeks late (yes, I was ready to die by then!), I was induced at 1 week late with Lily {when it seemed there was no end in sight again, however, the nonstress test said it was time}, and Lainey made her entrance into the world five days after she was supposed to be here. So again, with a due date of June 8th, I'm guessing at least the 13th. Taking bets, anyone?
I've been married to a wonderful guy, George, since 2004. He's Lainey & #4's biological father but not Brandon & Lily's. Not that biology counts, at least in this case. He's most definitely their dad. And he's one of the few who really doesn't care that he's not blood to the two of them. If he and I were ever to get divorced, he'd fight for rights to them as hard as he could. Of course, I wouldn't agree to the divorce. I love him too much. He's been my rock ever since I met him. Even when we were just friends. I owe him more than he'll ever know.
Yeah, I suppose that's all I'm going to go with for now. Tomorrow I think I might actually talk about me. That's what this is for, anyhow. To make something in my life about me. I know, I know: that sounds really selfish. However, in real life, I spend my days and nights caring for the aforementioned five. I can dedicate my blog to me me me. It'll be our little secret, ok?
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