"see what had happened was..." - a quote from an old Bill Cosby standup routine. love it.
One of the truths is this. Stella was playing a game on my laptop. I told her to put the laptop away and get ready for school. She did it immediately. But she put it "away" on the ottoman. Rex followed behind her and threw my laptop on the floor. My laptop (lifeline) didn't kinda break. The apple store called it "worst case scenario." What?
It was an arduous journey through computer repair/nerd land. If Mark said, "Well I am Mark, I am the data recovery specialist" one more time!
The other truth is that I lost ALL of my pictures. The weird part is that I asked (paid) Mark-I-am-the-data-recovery-specialist to recover them specifically and I still didn't have them. Long story. Now I do. Some of them I even have in sextuplicate. Is that a word?
The last truth is that I got out of the routine.
Anyway. We are back now and my little babies are so good.
I'll start with SJ. I firmly, firmly believe in The Birth Order Book. Stella is precious and smart and amazing. However, we are opposites! She is type a all the way, bossy, competitive, obsessive. At the same time she is creative, sweet, caring, compassionate, patient, and very thoughtful. For example, she wanted to learn to snap. I showed her how. She let it marinate for about a day and then she got it. She didn't just get it, she got blisters on all of her "snapping fingers" on both hands. She snapped non stop for 2 weeks. WOW. I had no idea you could snap blisters onto your own fingers. Thats dedication and its typical Stella Jane. Stella is very opinionated, scientific and thinks way ahead. She is always hypothesizing and running experiments. Its really cute (scary) to hear her rationalizations. Yesterday after watching Bambi she said, "This movie is so sweet because when they all get to be teenagers they match up with girl teenagers." So many things race through my mind when I hear these comments from my little girl. Sadly, its already clear that she is boy crazy. I do not know why. But Bambi? Thats all she got out of Bambi? Well no. That wasn't all. About 30 minutes later she said,
"Mommy is it called 'buttheads'?
"When Bambi and that other deer get into a fight with their horns?"
"Oh... yes." Buttheads. Butt heads. Huge difference.
Love her to pieces.
Yatesie. This boy is a new man. No more tantrums. Stays in his bed at bedtime. He is pure boy though. See his one knee kneel picture below? Have you ever seen a little girl do that? No. He is also sloooooooooow motion man. (Thank you again Birth Order Book) Basically if Stella likes it, does it, says it, reads it, breathes it, eats it, drinks it, Yates will NOT. He refuses to eat lunch or dinner. He refuses to tee tee at school. He does love oatmeal, cheese sticks, yogurt and nutri grain bars oh and calamari. Thank goodness or he would starve to death. Last weekend he spotted calamari in the frozen foods section at Costco. Talk about needle in a haystack. Needless to say we bought them and he wants calamari for breakfast, lunch and dinner. He loves to jump, run, climb, smash, crash, be outside and annoy. I think S and Y are learning so much about gender relations having each other. What a huge bonus. Yates gives the best hugs. He says he learned them at school. Please. Love that boy.
Rexie. What a sweet little baby. He had his 15 month checkup today and was hilarious. He sat in an adult chair and let Dr. Neely listen to his heart and check his ears all by himself. Dr. Neely was shocked at his compliance and at his huuuuuuuuuuge feet. Said Rex will be tall. Yay! He is wearing Yates' shoes from last summer. (reminder, they are 2 years apart) R has learned to be loud, very loud. He calls me Daaaaaah-deeeeeee and can really get loud with it. He calls Michael Dadee too. Somehow its a little bit different. Rex loves to eat. As soon as I get him out of his highchair, he runs to the pantry and begs for something else. We are working on that situation. Rex loves to climb, has learned to run and as I always say, he is so patient. He gets the short end of the stick every day. He gets his meals at odd times, he gets woken up from naps and crammed in the car, he gets abused by his older siblings. But he still has a huge smile. Love this boy too!
I will try to do better at blogging from this point on.