For a long while I have been anxious about Spencer's 'slow' use of language. He began saying a few words--Mama, Dada, cock-a-doodle-doo within the normal range of time. However, after that he really didn't say much beyond screeching and yelling, pointing and gesturing. Perhaps we always spoke for him. Perhaps he felt confident that his intention was coming across without needing to speak the words, or perhaps he just didnt want to.
Most important is the fact that he can very clearly communicate his needs and wants. He signs about 20 things (milk, eat, more, water, bath, dog, bird, all done, skeleton...you get the idea), he pats or points to the things he wants, and he most often will insist you take his hand while he shows you what he wants or needs. When he is hurt he points to the area that was damaged while whaling and puckering up his lips.
A good friend of mine is going through the cluster fuck of trying to enroll her 2 1/2 year old son in Speech Therapy. Apparently some insurance companies will only cover it if your child has a greater than 50% deficiency in language development for their age. And the state funded programs are impacted and few and far between. Saying nothing of the fact that for many kids who do not attain help, their abilities will only get worse as time moves on. Taking them farther and farther away from the 'normal' range. Grrrr! So watching her go through the ringer was not something I wanted to experience.
Spencer will be 2 years old in November so we have a little while before we really need to worry. Apparently language development really kicks off, for those who were slow to acquire it, at around 22-28 months. And while I know I shouldn't, I am stuck comparing him to Elliott. Elliott could talk in full sentences by now and was always being praised for his vast spoken abilities...now if he would only focus on being quiet!
Last week, to my great relief, Spencer started saying some words and mimicking our words. He has a long way to go, since most of the words aren't very clear and most of them are the names of the cars from Cars: The Movie and Cars 2. But, phew! I am so excited to enter this new stage of development with him.
Monday, August 29, 2011
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
The time crunch
My 37th Birthday is just around the corner, and I am starting to feel pressured for time. And by time, I mean reproductive time. We are always pushing the clock around here. Go, go, go.
My hubby and I decided that a 3rd child was not in our cards right now. And, I felt at peace with that decision for a while. I even went so far as to give away all of my newborn clothes (with the caveat that they return them to me). It felt liberating. I felt like a giant weight was lifted of my shoulders. I felt happy. I felt at peace.
That lasted for a several months. Now I am longing again to expand our family. My reasons in favor are numerous. I feel like I am capable of managing another child. Every day I become more patient, and efficient and loving. I love watching the kids grow and explore their worlds. I get an endless amount of joy and satisfaction from watching the boys play together, work out their battles and conflicts for space and attention, and I love the relationship they are building with one another. I also feel a small longing for a girl. I can not imagine how it would change the way I parent or love a child, but I am curious to know.
I am also becoming more aware of the fleeting nature of my childrens youth. They grow so quickly, and change in the blink of an eye. I love being around toddlers. They are so loving and energetic and flexible! They accept guidance and redirection. They rarely throw tantrums when given the proper options and time to make a decision. With a 4 year old and a 20 month old-my toddlers days are coming to an end. My older son will be in school next year and my younger son will be in preschool a couple of mornings a week. And, I can feel the stress associated with this end. I do not want this time period to come to a close.
On the other side of the spectrum I do not long, in the slightest of ways, to be pregnant again. I was sick for the first trimester, plus. I was depressed for the second trimester and while I was happy and thrilled the third trimester - I was also exhausted! Couple that with parenting 2 small kids and I wonder if another pregnancy will break me. 37 years old is not young any more. In terms of child bearing, it is considered advanced maternal age. There is more lab work, more tests to worry over, and more midwife care and worries. There is also far less energy than, say, when I was 27!
That takes me to the sleep factor. Oh, how I long for the ability to sleep and wake on my own schedule! I am not sure why this matters so much now. When I worked I woke on someone else's schedule. I have always been an early riser and I never was a late/long sleeper. But, there is something about calling your own shots and not waking to the sound of crying that only you or your breast can soothe. Then, there is the middle of the night waking that comes with a new babe.
The pain and recovery of the pregnancy and the birth. Ouch. The weight loss, the fitness level to be regained, the endless backaches, and the carrying and lifting of the babe for the first year plus. There is a physicality to another child that scares me. Is my body strong enough to endure that first year again!?!?!
But, even while looking over the pro's and con's, and notice there is nothing about my husband's feelings or desires listed here! I still feel like our family is incomplete. Try as I might...my body is telling my mind to suck it up! I am very logical and this is tearing me up inside. The illogical (yet totally base) nature of physical desire mixed with reason and sensibility just doesn't add up.
My hubby and I decided that a 3rd child was not in our cards right now. And, I felt at peace with that decision for a while. I even went so far as to give away all of my newborn clothes (with the caveat that they return them to me). It felt liberating. I felt like a giant weight was lifted of my shoulders. I felt happy. I felt at peace.
That lasted for a several months. Now I am longing again to expand our family. My reasons in favor are numerous. I feel like I am capable of managing another child. Every day I become more patient, and efficient and loving. I love watching the kids grow and explore their worlds. I get an endless amount of joy and satisfaction from watching the boys play together, work out their battles and conflicts for space and attention, and I love the relationship they are building with one another. I also feel a small longing for a girl. I can not imagine how it would change the way I parent or love a child, but I am curious to know.
I am also becoming more aware of the fleeting nature of my childrens youth. They grow so quickly, and change in the blink of an eye. I love being around toddlers. They are so loving and energetic and flexible! They accept guidance and redirection. They rarely throw tantrums when given the proper options and time to make a decision. With a 4 year old and a 20 month old-my toddlers days are coming to an end. My older son will be in school next year and my younger son will be in preschool a couple of mornings a week. And, I can feel the stress associated with this end. I do not want this time period to come to a close.
On the other side of the spectrum I do not long, in the slightest of ways, to be pregnant again. I was sick for the first trimester, plus. I was depressed for the second trimester and while I was happy and thrilled the third trimester - I was also exhausted! Couple that with parenting 2 small kids and I wonder if another pregnancy will break me. 37 years old is not young any more. In terms of child bearing, it is considered advanced maternal age. There is more lab work, more tests to worry over, and more midwife care and worries. There is also far less energy than, say, when I was 27!
That takes me to the sleep factor. Oh, how I long for the ability to sleep and wake on my own schedule! I am not sure why this matters so much now. When I worked I woke on someone else's schedule. I have always been an early riser and I never was a late/long sleeper. But, there is something about calling your own shots and not waking to the sound of crying that only you or your breast can soothe. Then, there is the middle of the night waking that comes with a new babe.
The pain and recovery of the pregnancy and the birth. Ouch. The weight loss, the fitness level to be regained, the endless backaches, and the carrying and lifting of the babe for the first year plus. There is a physicality to another child that scares me. Is my body strong enough to endure that first year again!?!?!
But, even while looking over the pro's and con's, and notice there is nothing about my husband's feelings or desires listed here! I still feel like our family is incomplete. Try as I might...my body is telling my mind to suck it up! I am very logical and this is tearing me up inside. The illogical (yet totally base) nature of physical desire mixed with reason and sensibility just doesn't add up.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
The results show
I work hard to be a good parent. I quit working to be home with my children. I read and keep up on the various parenting styles and the latest approaches to dealing with tantrums. I listen to my children and try to be present. I love my boys more than words can express. But, boy o'boy do these kids frustrate me.
I am trying to reconcile how to let my kids be kids, while attempting to maintain my sanity and keeping our house erect. Is it possible?
How do we put aside our quirks and personality nuances and allow the little people around us to exist and be happy? I am struggling with this very idea. Often times I am finding my rules and limitations are what is standing in the way of our families peaceful existence. That is not to say that my rules and limits aren't healthy and safe. I am just pointing out that I am usually the one with the limits and rules, as well as their enforcer.
I want my kids to express their true personalities, to be comfortable in their own skin, and to be confident with their decisions. I feel like they wont learn these lessons if I am telling them "No" all of the time. I am certain that I am over simplifying it, but I nonetheless feel guilty with the amount of times in a day I am saying No.
Redirecting 1 child was much easier than attempting to redirect 2 children. Especially when the second child is often times in danger of hurting himself.
I am still working hard to be a great parent, but it is taking its toll on my self esteem these last few weeks. I am slowly coming to terms with the changes that I need to make, the limits that I need to set and enforce, and rethinking the way I communicate with the kiddos. I am dreading the work, but I long for the results.
I am trying to reconcile how to let my kids be kids, while attempting to maintain my sanity and keeping our house erect. Is it possible?
How do we put aside our quirks and personality nuances and allow the little people around us to exist and be happy? I am struggling with this very idea. Often times I am finding my rules and limitations are what is standing in the way of our families peaceful existence. That is not to say that my rules and limits aren't healthy and safe. I am just pointing out that I am usually the one with the limits and rules, as well as their enforcer.
I want my kids to express their true personalities, to be comfortable in their own skin, and to be confident with their decisions. I feel like they wont learn these lessons if I am telling them "No" all of the time. I am certain that I am over simplifying it, but I nonetheless feel guilty with the amount of times in a day I am saying No.
Redirecting 1 child was much easier than attempting to redirect 2 children. Especially when the second child is often times in danger of hurting himself.
I am still working hard to be a great parent, but it is taking its toll on my self esteem these last few weeks. I am slowly coming to terms with the changes that I need to make, the limits that I need to set and enforce, and rethinking the way I communicate with the kiddos. I am dreading the work, but I long for the results.
Monday, January 24, 2011
Carlsbad Half Marathon race report
Yesterday I completed a Half Marathon, that's 13.1 miles folks. I will pause for effect.
I haven't run a race since Elliott was just a few months old and I really walked most of it being just a few months post surgery.
In my former life I was a frequent runner and racer, and I posted a while ago about the races that I remember running. I was never fast, but I do have endurance. It took me 6 hours and 1 minute to complete my only marathon.
This race was different though than all my other races. The main difference was that I signed up for the race and the training alone. I was lucky enough to run with some great women throughout the training period, but the decision to run and train was mine alone. I also vowed from the first long weekend run that I would not allow myself to quit.
You see, I have a habit of letting myself fail. If I find something to be difficult I judge whether I will be able to complete the task. If there is a possibility that I may fail, then I will rationalize reasons not to try as hard as I could. Then, I often end up giving up and failing at the task. Therefore sabotaging my chances at success, even if they may have been slim to begin with.
I didn't do that to myself this time. I tried as hard as I could throughout the season. I accepted my defeats as they came (and they came on a 12 mile training run...ouch), and I pushed myself when I could. The result was awesome. I finished the half with a personal best. My watch time was 2 hours 38 minutes (had to stop it for a potty break hence the 3 minute variance from the tag time). The official results are here:
It clearly isn't a great time compared to others in my age group (591 out of 768 finishers), but it a great time for me as a runner. And I ran 95% of the course, only stopping to catch my breath 3 times after I ran 10 straight miles. My previous race times were around 3 hours, so my pace has improved greatly as well. I feel proud of myself for giving it my all, and that is all that counts in my race book.
I haven't run a race since Elliott was just a few months old and I really walked most of it being just a few months post surgery.
In my former life I was a frequent runner and racer, and I posted a while ago about the races that I remember running. I was never fast, but I do have endurance. It took me 6 hours and 1 minute to complete my only marathon.
This race was different though than all my other races. The main difference was that I signed up for the race and the training alone. I was lucky enough to run with some great women throughout the training period, but the decision to run and train was mine alone. I also vowed from the first long weekend run that I would not allow myself to quit.
You see, I have a habit of letting myself fail. If I find something to be difficult I judge whether I will be able to complete the task. If there is a possibility that I may fail, then I will rationalize reasons not to try as hard as I could. Then, I often end up giving up and failing at the task. Therefore sabotaging my chances at success, even if they may have been slim to begin with.
I didn't do that to myself this time. I tried as hard as I could throughout the season. I accepted my defeats as they came (and they came on a 12 mile training run...ouch), and I pushed myself when I could. The result was awesome. I finished the half with a personal best. My watch time was 2 hours 38 minutes (had to stop it for a potty break hence the 3 minute variance from the tag time). The official results are here:
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It clearly isn't a great time compared to others in my age group (591 out of 768 finishers), but it a great time for me as a runner. And I ran 95% of the course, only stopping to catch my breath 3 times after I ran 10 straight miles. My previous race times were around 3 hours, so my pace has improved greatly as well. I feel proud of myself for giving it my all, and that is all that counts in my race book.
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