Hi. Thanks for the love and support on the last post. I really don't mean to be all cloak and dagger about what has been going on. It's simply a private issue that isn't really my own to share. I might be able to talk more about it in the future here on the blog as it resolves itself. In the meantime, I am happy to share more details through e-mail if anyone is truly curious.
But. . . moving right along. . .
Can you believe that my little Emma Drace is 9 months old? If you are shaking your head saying, "No, I can't!", then we are on the same page. I packed up her six month size clothes this last weekend and really couldn't grasp the fact that my Project As If is such a big girl.
She claps her hands, she says "Ta Da!" (one of her brother's favorite expressions) and "Da Da." She is eating pretty much everything and anything. She can feed herself a lot, though I still do puree a lot of foods, I am just dumping whatever we are eating into the magic bullet and whizzing that up. She is this close to crawling, but I feel as if she has been this close to crawling for about the last month. She can scoot a lot of places and rolls even more. She is pulling up on things, though she is still unsteady when she stands. She sleeps. . . well, again, I am not going to talk about it. Because you would hate me and I would likely jinx myself. Just know, I am grateful. Oh, and that I truly feel that sleep is something that you can't train that much. Because I honestly broke a lot of rules with her and she sleeps like a champ.
And Will? Will is 2.5 years old and is in the throes of the Terrible Twos. It is seriously as if he has multiple personality disorder. At times, he is so very sweet that I am overwhelmed by it. At other times, I seriously want to tear my hear from my head. This will happen in the span of five minutes.
He talks full sentences, comes up with the most random things to say, and has the memory of an elephant. We have to be very careful what we say in front of him. For example, if I say, "We are going to go to the zoo tomorrow" and then our plans are foiled for some unforeseen reason, then he is impossible to deal with that day. So, I have learned to not share plans with him until we are en route.
But the sweetness? Oh, my goodness. He is soooooo amazing with his little sister. He hates it when she cries and the other day, she cried in the car, so he sang her the entire "Puff the Magic Dragon" song. All of it. She listened in rapt attention and at the end he said, "Did that make you feel better, Emma Drace?"
And he also calls her "Baby Gurrrl." As in, when she is crying, he will say, "Aw, it's okay, baby gurrrl. I'm here." Eagads, the cuteness.
Anyway, so no matter what else is going on in my world, I am oh-so-grateful for my miracles.