I have been the worst LJ friend possible lately, at least to the like, four people who read my posts. My life has been a whirlwind of to do's, getting the house ready for winter, cuddles, cleaning, and being a one woman taxi to a 4 year old. Honestly you wouldn't think that a four year old has that many places to go, but when you are trying to be a good mom, they do. I've been trying to get Daphne doing more things outside the house with girls and boys who are older then she is, but only older then about a year or two. She is in a special preschool that is at the elementary school that is for kids who need a little bit more help, as her mom had a really difficult time in school because she is...well there are NO tools in that shed. Susana isn't missing some
, she is missing all of them except for probably like a weed whacker and some paint cans (idk what you people keep in your sheds, but growing up ours only had a lawn mower and christmas ornaments, and all the special soaps and polishes you would need to wash an old beautiful car). A couple months ago we had her take some tests so we could really figure things out when it came to her getting a job or social security (hey, I may strongly dislike her but I want her to feel useful or at least have something to fall back on, so Harold's mom and I have been trying to help her get on her feet), and Susana tested at a comprehension level BELOW a 4th graders. This included reading, writing, spelling, and understanding. Harold still doesn't think she is that bad, but he is blinded by the fact that they were together for six years and there weren't that many problems. Well buddy, all you two did was go to the bars, go dancing, and shop. She never needed to be on her feet or on her own, these things never came up. Susana can't fill out a job application by herself. It's quite sad. Anyways, Daphne has speech...issues? She isn't really where she should be in terms of talking. She drops more letters and syllables then she should and will just scream and punch when we don't understand her, but half the time she just says one word and grunts... I'm not sure if this is something she will grow out of like Harold thinks, but she has been tested by the school and doesn't have any serious problems. So I have been trying to get her to spend time with kids that will push her learning, nothing bad, just someone she can emulate. I think it's helping, and with the flash cards and learning games we have been playing I think it's a positive thing.
I love having Kirby home from the hospital. We brought him home the 9th of September. That day was insane. I was so tired, so happy, so scared. I wasn't going to have nurses or monitors, emergency buttons to push or an automatic ice machine. So far it's been going good. He is eating so much all the time and it's crazy. I remember when we were praying for him to eat one full oz of food, then it was two. We prayed for weeks for him to consistently drink two oz, and now he is drinking anywhere from four oz to eight in a single feed. He isn't sleeping through the night though, he wakes up about every four to five hours. I don't normally nap during the day because we have Daphne or I have housework to get done, or I'm holding him because he doesn't like being on his back all that much. I love holding him. Today I need to remember to call DSHS. I keep forgetting and I need to do it today or Kirby won't have health care anymore and that's BAD.
I woke up at 4am today to get Harold off to work because he works the early shift today. I've been up ever since. It's about 6:30am now. I love my life. I'm going to stop eating bread because I need to lose weight. But other then that I love my life. Harold talked to comcast, threatened to switch to Direct TV, and they lowered our bill and gave us STARZ. I'm watching Dear John. It's super cute.