Sleepy Thursday

I cannot believe we are almost halfway through April where is the time going!?!? Now that Isaiah is officially set in his four therapy sessions a week I'm finding myself and the kids very busy. I'm also finding that my kitchen has overtaken me and for some reason my vow to declutter the counter tops always goes unfulfilled. I've always wanted an island in my kitchen and now that I've got one at the moment I've realized that they really only serve one purpose and that is to collect crap. I always call it the "crap collector." I don't know how any woman with small children can keep a house tidy. For some reason the laundry and the kitchen are always my biggest challenges every day.

Anyway Isaiah is coming leaps and bound with his Occupational Therapy. Just today his therapist was saying that he is completing some tasks way beyond what a two year old should be able to complete, and she always comments on how "smart he is." Of course after that being said he immediately threw himself on the ground in a fit because he didn't want to clean up the activity he was doing before moving on to the next one. It seems that he wanted to remind us that he is still two years old. What isn't coming along however is his ability to pick up on any sign language. I asked his speech Therapist about why that might be and she said that it might not be his thing and that he might not pick up on it. None the less we are still using it and I am still signing to him all day long every day. Even if he can't sign to me it might help him to understand what I am trying to communicate with him.

We are still waiting to hear when Isaiah will have his clinical evaluation at Illinois Masonic. I'm hoping that the Neurologist on the team will help us with the big question of why this language development just isn't "clicking."

Meanwhile I've been smiling to myself (smiling is too kind of a word) about how quickly we forget little stages as parents that our infants go through and yet how quickly we are reminded of them when we go through them a second time. I'm talking about teething. Noah just popped his first two teeth on bottom five whole months earlier than his older brother did. You can't help but feel so sorry for the kid with all of the screaming and crying and drooling and needing to be held. So on top of therapy 4 times a week, a very destructive two year old, a teething almost 20 pound 6 1/2 month old leech, and myself trying to get to the gym every now and then I guess I'm just glad I have a husband who doesn't mind a messy kitchen when he gets home from work! Shoo...and why I tried to cram the Children's Museum, running an errand, therapy, and the gym into one day today is beyond me. At least I had time to feed the kids!