Its a baby penguin

Quint has been attending preschool for two weeks. His teacher has not told me much about how Quint is doing but he seems to love it. This morning we walked in and his teacher told me "Quint has been telling us all about the baby". I was happy to hear he was excited about the new baby, and that he was sharing in class.

Two hours later we arrived to pick up and Quint's art teacher made a special point to come over and tell me a story about him today. I guess she asked him if he was hoping it was a baby brother or baby sister?

Quint responded: " I hope it is a baby penguin"

His art teacher is the cutest lady, who you can tell just loves her morning spent with little ones who say hilarious things. She was giggling, and I was too. All I could say was...."that would be interesting!"

I am not sure where Quint came up with a baby penguin, but I love having a peak into how their minds work.

I guess Bill Cosby was right, kids do say the darnest things:)

Quint gives advice

I went in to wake Quint up from nap today and he wanted to wake up slow. These days I am always up to lay down for a bit, so we snuggled together. It didn't last long and soon he was poking at my belly. He is always interested in the belly but today he put his mouth right up to it and began talking.

Quint: "hello in there"

"you should come out today"

"there are pacis out here!"

"we want to play with you"

It was really cool to see him initiate conversation with his new little brother. It was also very interesting to see what he told him about. We are so excited to meet him!

Don't forget the "s"

Today we start speech group for Quint. He has been getting speech services since he was 2. We have graduated to going to a group at a local elementary school. I keep thinking we are making so much progress, "he doesn't need speech anymore...right?". This morning we went to speech, and in the back of my mind I was thinking he is doing so much better he will probably test out of it now. Well, they worked on the letter "s" and I realized without a lot of prompting, he always leaves off the "s" on the front of words. Speech class is not a huge deal but I don't think anyone wants their child to have an IEP. Even if the cause was chronic ear infections as a young child.

I remember the first time I was clued in to Quint's delayed speech. We were at our 2 year old check up. I was so proud of my little man. I thought he was doing great, until

Doctor "so does he have 50 words?"

Me (in my head) who has fifty words at age 2!

Me out loud "I think he has more like 3-5"

Doctor "He had tubes put in last spring, so he may benefit from speech services to catch him up" "he is probably just a little behind because he couldn't hear very well all last winter". "here is the # to have him assessed."

Me: "I thought he was just kinda quiet, not very verbal, like his daddy"

I guess I should have noticed, but I was proactive and we were assessed. Since then we have been working on it. I guess we are not ready to be done yet. I will continue to get Quint to speech until his teacher thinks he is ready to graduate:)

You can't turn down free help

Today we did the big grocery store trip. When we got home the boys wanted to help put the groceries away. I would prefer to do it myself. But, I could not turn down their helpfulness. It went fast, and jelly was dropped on my toe in the process. I know it was an accident. They were so great and helpful. It is possible that I may find freezer food in the pantry later today, or vice versa. But, despite my misplaced food and my hurt toe, it was totally worth it. They are growing into such helpful little men:)

Missing one...

Today was the first day of preschool. It was a big day around here to put it lightly. I was trying to take it all in because people tell me this time in life goes too fast. But, what really stuck out to me was after Russell and I left preschool. I strapped him in his car seat and got in the car to go. Russell yelled from the back

"Quint!" "Mommy, Quint!"

I was surprised for a moment but then I realized they go nearly everywhere together. Even when I do drop them off somewhere for a class, we always leave together. I told Russell we would be back to pick Quint up in a few hours and he he said:

"No!"

I reassured him, and he was awesome.

When we returned to pick Quint up we had to wait till class was over.

Russell kept trying to open the door. He was excited to regain his buddy.

They are bonded.

It was an awesome realization.

Bk or grill utensils?

Its Labor Day, and we have been fighting sickness in our house. We were stir crazy, and BK went out for a few hours to meet with a good friend. I know he needs some man time. But, I am not a great sharer, and even after an hour I was missing him. He rode his bike, so I knew he would return by the porch door. As I was trying to get some stuff done around the house every few minutes out of the corner of my eye something would catch my attention. I would immediately get my hopes up that he was back already. Turns out it was the grill utensils clanging together in the breeze. I know it is ridiculous, and every time it would catch my eye and I would look to see if he was home, I would have negative self talk. I know it is not a great trait, but I was being a bit silly.

IN my BRAIN

"Christy, don't be ridiculous, BK needs to bond with other people besides you"

"He basically just left, of course he isn't home yet"

"Stop being so pregnant and moody"

A little while longer he was home.

I admitted that I missed him and nearly cried.

Sometimes I am too needy even for me.