Posts Tagged ‘X’
Wednesday, May 18th, 2011
There was an explosion at our house this weekend.
Not the kind that requires a hosing off in the bathtub.
This one brought tears of joy to my eyes. Blinding, beautiful tears of joy.
My baby. My sweet, severely speech-delayed X. Has decided to talk.
To really talk.
Monday, at speech therapy? The SLP told me that if she didn’t know it was X, she’d think it was a completely different child than the one she saw last week. It was that amazing.
And I’m over at Sluiter Nation today to tell you all about what got it rolling. So please come by – it’s VERY happy times at the Pants House!
Tuesday, March 1st, 2011
There is a pool in the middle of the room.
The queen-size bed has been shoved against the wall with the windows that stretch its length. The pool is the large inflatable kind, with cheerful, Crayola-colored fish printed on it. It is now full of warm water, delivered via the hose attached to the shower faucet in our bathroom, and takes up almost all available floorspace.
The lamp is dim, but the lamp is always dim. For some reason, a house built in 1992 did not come with overhead lighting and the bedside lamp, with its pineapple stone base, provides just the right glow for late-night nursing or visits from sick children. (more…)
Tuesday, October 5th, 2010
David and I get quite a charge from our youngest kid.
We do. It’s been awhile since we’ve had a toddler underfoot. So maybe we’ve forgotten how busy they are – and the sound of chubby bare feet slapping on the hardwood floors, because toddlers ALWAYS run, don’t they? They run like they can’t swallow all this excitement of their world quite fast enough. (more…)
Wednesday, September 8th, 2010
X will be 18 months on Friday. If he makes it. He’s been doing some really crazy stuff the past few days that has made my heart beat a little faster. For instance:
Yes. See that ladder? He climbed on up and settled in. While I was in the house. The real house, not this play house. I don’t think he had an exit strategy. (more…)
Wednesday, August 18th, 2010
I had a dream come true when I was in New York City and I got to dance on the giant keyboard at FAO Schwarz – yes, the one Tom Hanks played Chopsticks on in the movie Big (for you young ‘uns, that was the movie where he was a child in a grownup’s body and he got a job reviewing toys. You can find the movie on NetFlix. Go watch it. But not before you watch this. Because then you’ll get all into the movie and you’ll forget to come back here and see my Big moment. So do it after.). Make sure you have the volume up so you can hear the evaluation of my little ditty.
Then Sage got to begin a dream when she learned to dance like a Rockette. Only they didn’t do the high kicks where it looks like they’re going to boot themselves in the face. Because the Rockettes only do that at the shows where you buy tickets and this was just a free thing at Macy’s (and if you spent $50 at Macy’s that day you got two free tickets to their Christmas show in Orange County this December. Guess who bought $50 worth of Hello Kitty shirts and plaid kilts with matching knee socks?). It was actually fun and the Rockettes were really nice. Sage said she wants to be a Rockette when she grows up. It’s good to have goals, don’t you think? Anyway, she is the one wearing a turquoise skirt, a brown tee and has a polka dot headband in her hair (her homage to Angry Julie Monday).
And last, but not least, it wouldn’t be “Wordless” Wednesday without some pictures of X eating. Today’s featured food is X’s first push up.