O hasn't been the best talker, but I wasn't overly worried (most of the time)...
He was definitely a babbly baby.
Said Mama and Dada pretty early.
Yay!
Then, it was if he got it out of his system and was done with it.
Crap.
Buuuut, since he's always babbled, always been curious, very aware, definitely understood us (not that he listens), and his Daddy talked super late, we did our best not to panic.
We just kept on talking to him constantly and waited.
And Waited....
Eventually, he says book (he LOOOOVES books), while reading him a story...
Maybe it's a fluke...
We ask for a book.
He goes and gets one. Says book!
SCORE!
Than no more--nada.
Back to waiting.....
More of US talking. This kid's life has been narrated since the womb.
He loves the ABC song, so we started saying the alphabet all the time, got a bunch of alphabet books...
His fave is Star Wars ABC...
He was (and still is) making all KINDS Of letter sounds, and starting to recognize them...
But still not a lot of talking.
Shit.
Have I talked about my lack of patience?
Or my Husband's overwhelming paranoia?
Yeeeaaah.
That's been fun.
We just kept on talking, talking, talking, talking!
Singing too. He's kinda obsessed with music.
He's now a little over 19 months.
He says:
NO-his favorite
Up-When he wants you to pick him up...
Cow-pretty much any animal is a cow. Moo!
Hat-He puts anything on his head and calls it a hat.
Bye bye-he started saying bye bye, but now it's turned into "gye gye?"
Cheese-This kid loves him some cheese!
Hi-I love the way he says hi!
ChooChoo-Train...Thank you Thomas.
Car-He's a little Boston about it, "Caah!"
Fruck-Truck. This one's gonna get us in trouble I can see it now. It's so adorable.
Huh-Hug. He hasn't got the G down yet...
and
Gigi-My MIL.
Notice anything missing from the list?
Oh, right:
Mama and Dada.
WTF, Kid?
I mean, fine, screw Dada (kidding honey! Ahem...), but I was GUTTED for you!
Where's my "hi, Mama?!!!
Sigh.
And he won't say all of them consistently.
He knows what they are, but it's like he just has chattier days than others...
He still babbles up a storm and he recognizes a bunch of the alphabet, yet he's not all that wordy.
Seems to talk only when he damn well pleases... Hmmmmph!
Has anyone else had that experience?
Should I be concerned?
His pediatrician doesn't seem to be...
But let's ask the really important question here:
Why won't he say Mama, damn it?
Fruckin' annoying, if you ask me.
Mama is kidding, O. She loves you always. But would it KILL you to say Mama? I'm just sayin'.
Showing posts with label Patience is a Virtue and I Ain't Got it. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Patience is a Virtue and I Ain't Got it. Show all posts
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Comment-a-palooza!
So I've added the comment feature from Intense debate onto my blog...
I think.
I have been thwarted in this process for a couple days now, and was starting to
LOSE MY SHIT.
Sometimes? I am not the most patient.
Do me a favor? Please?
Leave me some love, so I can see if/how it works!
Muchas Gracias, darlings.
(I just want to be able to answer my comments back more effectively, damn it!)
I think.
I have been thwarted in this process for a couple days now, and was starting to
LOSE MY SHIT.
Sometimes? I am not the most patient.
Do me a favor? Please?
Leave me some love, so I can see if/how it works!
Muchas Gracias, darlings.
(I just want to be able to answer my comments back more effectively, damn it!)
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
P stands for "Pain in the Proverbial Pooper"
Not that it's a shocker, but I'm not so good at being an optimist.
But, I decided that I would try harder to cast a rosy glow onto whatever I could, and keep sippin' on that damn half-full glass o' life (not to be confused with "the Kool-Ade").
[It's all irritating as shit.]
I've spent the last 6 months or so, repeating this to myself:
"be Positive-be Patient-be Proactive!"
Literally every.single.day.
They are my P's of Peacefulness!
I thought it would help me be less stressed. That by surrendering to patience (however violently, ahem.), I would begin to see how change comes in small, but important ways. By taking a proactive stance, I would participate in making my life better and get to where I (and my family) needed to be, but I wouldn't be trying to FORCE life to happen...as is my usual MO.
I would be calm and serene. I would be living in the moment. Appreciating things in their own time.
Friends? I am so not that fucking person.
You know what helps me to get through the day?
Planning for and expecting the worst. Truly, it does.
In doing so, I know what I might be up against, and I have a plan! Or, at the very least, I've steeled myself for battle and will not be caught unawares if calamity is to strike.
Bestest part?
When the worst doesn't happen (which is kinda rare in neck of the woods), or falls below the level of expectation, it's a nice surprise! A breath of fresh air.
SADLY, today, I was caught unawares.
Positivity clouded my judgment!
Damn sunshiney rays blinded me to reality...
We are budgeted to the nickel.
And, to kick off 2011,
we just started paying my in-laws rent,
AND our car payments started up.
So that nickel is all the more teensy....
Positive, albeit, money-draining changes.
Heeeey, though! Turn that frown upside down! We were gonna make it! It'll be fine! Husband's totally gonna find extra work ANY DAY NOW, and that will loosen the belt FOR SURE!
Sure, there was no way that my husband could ever take a sick day on this budget, but that NEVER happens...even when he is a little under the weather, he makes it to work!
Until he wakes up at 4am to have a vomitfest this morning. No work for you, pukey!
Craptacular. I did not budget for this.
Curse you, Freaking Optimism!
Did I mention that we're already counting down the days and the pennies 'til next payday?
(10, in case you were wondering...)
This, darling readers, is why I'd pick my P's to propose:
"be Pragmatic-be Planning-be Prepared (for the worst!)!"
They are my P's of Progress!
They just aid in making life's bitter pills a little bit sweeter....
For Me, anyway.
But, I decided that I would try harder to cast a rosy glow onto whatever I could, and keep sippin' on that damn half-full glass o' life (not to be confused with "the Kool-Ade").
[It's all irritating as shit.]
I've spent the last 6 months or so, repeating this to myself:
"be Positive-be Patient-be Proactive!"
Literally every.single.day.
They are my P's of Peacefulness!
I thought it would help me be less stressed. That by surrendering to patience (however violently, ahem.), I would begin to see how change comes in small, but important ways. By taking a proactive stance, I would participate in making my life better and get to where I (and my family) needed to be, but I wouldn't be trying to FORCE life to happen...as is my usual MO.
I would be calm and serene. I would be living in the moment. Appreciating things in their own time.
Friends? I am so not that fucking person.
You know what helps me to get through the day?
Planning for and expecting the worst. Truly, it does.
In doing so, I know what I might be up against, and I have a plan! Or, at the very least, I've steeled myself for battle and will not be caught unawares if calamity is to strike.
Bestest part?
When the worst doesn't happen (which is kinda rare in neck of the woods), or falls below the level of expectation, it's a nice surprise! A breath of fresh air.
SADLY, today, I was caught unawares.
Positivity clouded my judgment!
Damn sunshiney rays blinded me to reality...
We are budgeted to the nickel.
And, to kick off 2011,
we just started paying my in-laws rent,
AND our car payments started up.
So that nickel is all the more teensy....
Positive, albeit, money-draining changes.
Heeeey, though! Turn that frown upside down! We were gonna make it! It'll be fine! Husband's totally gonna find extra work ANY DAY NOW, and that will loosen the belt FOR SURE!
Sure, there was no way that my husband could ever take a sick day on this budget, but that NEVER happens...even when he is a little under the weather, he makes it to work!
Until he wakes up at 4am to have a vomitfest this morning. No work for you, pukey!
Craptacular. I did not budget for this.
Curse you, Freaking Optimism!
Did I mention that we're already counting down the days and the pennies 'til next payday?
(10, in case you were wondering...)
This, darling readers, is why I'd pick my P's to propose:
"be Pragmatic-be Planning-be Prepared (for the worst!)!"
They are my P's of Progress!
They just aid in making life's bitter pills a little bit sweeter....
For Me, anyway.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
The "Waiting Game" is not one of my favorites...
Now that the Medi-Cal process is fully underway, and I have my first prenatal appointment set up for this Friday, I feel as though I'm just sitting on my hands...
I HATE that. I'm not good with waiting, as I am verrrrrrrrry impatient. My appointment just can not come fast enough. I'm dying to know just how far along I am (the initial assessment being 5-6 weeks), to make sure my pap is clean, and to know that everything looks healthy and on track with the baby.
I'm terrified that something will be wrong. My mom was diagnosed with Cervical, Ovarian, and Uterine cancer when she was 34. Since it was probably there for much longer than when she suspected, as opposed to when she FINALLY went to see a doctor, she had to have full hysterectomy. Thankfully, she'd already had 3 children.
Since she and I shared common menstruation issues/maladies, I've been holding my breath for my turn to get cancer as well....at every annual pap, I cross my fingers.
Now that I'm having a baby, every worst-case-scenario runs circles around my brain.
Add the cancer worry to the fact that I've already suffered a miscarriage in 2003 AND the complications that could, and probably will, arise from my Cerebral Palsy...it's enough to make my head explode with paranoia.
I'm trying my best not to "what-if" myself to death.
I know that it's pretty useless to worry about things that may not even be there, but I can't help myself!
I'm just so excited about this baby! It feels like a miracle.
My husband and I had already started having the "so-we're-not-going-to-be-able-to have-babies" convo this January...
With our financial situation the way it is, and the economy seemingly getting worse everyday, we knew that it would be at least several years before we were stable enough to even entertain the thought of a baby, which was not really going work in our favor.
While most would consider 2.5 weeks shy of 28 still very young, for me, it's not...in terms of childbirth, that is.
Because of my Cerebral Palsy, I was told that pregnancy and labor would be very difficult for me, and the younger that I could have children the better. The same can be said for Chronic fatigue, which I also have, and then we've got the high risk of cancer, so again, we're back to the adage of "younger is better."
All of those things and knowing that for anyone, risks increase with age (staring at minimally 30, and increasing from there, in even healthy women), I did not want to start having children past the age of 32. Even that, for me, was pushing it. I was just not willing to put myself or the baby at risk, rare or otherwise.
This is not to say that I judge women who DO choose to have children later. This was personal choice for me, given my health issues and family history.
So, yes, we'd pretty much given up. We wanted to do the "right" thing, the responsible thing.
Too late for that now!
Money be damned, we're having a baby!
I hope.
I realllly REEALLLY hope.
Because despite my best efforts, I'm already in love.
I HATE that. I'm not good with waiting, as I am verrrrrrrrry impatient. My appointment just can not come fast enough. I'm dying to know just how far along I am (the initial assessment being 5-6 weeks), to make sure my pap is clean, and to know that everything looks healthy and on track with the baby.
I'm terrified that something will be wrong. My mom was diagnosed with Cervical, Ovarian, and Uterine cancer when she was 34. Since it was probably there for much longer than when she suspected, as opposed to when she FINALLY went to see a doctor, she had to have full hysterectomy. Thankfully, she'd already had 3 children.
Since she and I shared common menstruation issues/maladies, I've been holding my breath for my turn to get cancer as well....at every annual pap, I cross my fingers.
Now that I'm having a baby, every worst-case-scenario runs circles around my brain.
Add the cancer worry to the fact that I've already suffered a miscarriage in 2003 AND the complications that could, and probably will, arise from my Cerebral Palsy...it's enough to make my head explode with paranoia.
I'm trying my best not to "what-if" myself to death.
I know that it's pretty useless to worry about things that may not even be there, but I can't help myself!
I'm just so excited about this baby! It feels like a miracle.
My husband and I had already started having the "so-we're-not-going-to-be-able-to have-babies" convo this January...
With our financial situation the way it is, and the economy seemingly getting worse everyday, we knew that it would be at least several years before we were stable enough to even entertain the thought of a baby, which was not really going work in our favor.
While most would consider 2.5 weeks shy of 28 still very young, for me, it's not...in terms of childbirth, that is.
Because of my Cerebral Palsy, I was told that pregnancy and labor would be very difficult for me, and the younger that I could have children the better. The same can be said for Chronic fatigue, which I also have, and then we've got the high risk of cancer, so again, we're back to the adage of "younger is better."
All of those things and knowing that for anyone, risks increase with age (staring at minimally 30, and increasing from there, in even healthy women), I did not want to start having children past the age of 32. Even that, for me, was pushing it. I was just not willing to put myself or the baby at risk, rare or otherwise.
This is not to say that I judge women who DO choose to have children later. This was personal choice for me, given my health issues and family history.
So, yes, we'd pretty much given up. We wanted to do the "right" thing, the responsible thing.
Too late for that now!
Money be damned, we're having a baby!
I hope.
I realllly REEALLLY hope.
Because despite my best efforts, I'm already in love.
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