I didn’t blog for the past month. For a variety of reasons, and someday I’ll blog about them, but right now, suffice it to say that January was a BAD month. But we’re all still here, healthy and hanging in. 17 days until the bat mitzvah, and we’re actively searching for a dog as an emotional support animal for my little guy. Julianna is reading now, sounding things out, and is so proud of herself.
Julie had a rough night last night (which is, thank God, incredibly rare). There are days when I want another baby, when I think about being pregnant and having a tiny little one again – and then I have a night like last night. She was asleep by eight, but up at midnight, and then every two hours after that. For no real reason – she wasn’t even talking. Just whimpering… but it’s enough to make me rethink that whole wouldn’t-it-be-fun-to-do-it-all-again thing that I do periodically.
Jessie broke her elbow a week and a half ago, and we’re all suffering along with her. One of the glories of Jessie is her emotional intensity – and the fact that she feels everything 150% makes her life either incredibly challenging or incredibly wonderful. Yesterday, she managed to sprain (because it would just be ridiculous for her to have broken it, I refuse to believe it) her big toe. She was locked out, and kicked the door, as hard as she could, over and over again.
Sammy – my Sammy. It’s been a tough road for my little guy, and we’re still trying to figure it out. He’s had health issues which aggravated his anxiety issues – and we’re in the middle of trying to figure out the best path forward. Homeschool, on-line school, deschooling, in-home tutors – it’s all on the table, and I don’t have a clue as to which is better. There’s no way to know with any certainty, and it’s… well, that’s why I haven’t been blogging. But he’s healthy, relatively, and when he’s not incredibly stressed and anxious, he’s great. Cuddly and sweet, and hopeful that we’ll figure it all out.
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