Catch Up

I'm so sorry, blog. I've neglected this place for so long...and then today it pops in my head that this place is my baby book, the place I've dedicated to my boys so that one day their partners can oogle them in all their cuteness and craziness. So I need to continue to make the time to come here and post. I promise I'll try better!

Why is life so crazy, though? Well, if we take out the everyday school drop off and pick up, and even the fact that I'm working almost every evening of the week (and saturday mornings!)...you're pretty much left with the fact that Finn keeps me on my toes 24/7.

Holy hell, this child causes trouble. It's to the point that I don't realize how crazy he is until we're around other people who say "WHOA." once Finney gets going. We went to the pumpkin farm with Auntie Stef and Uncle Mike and once Finney was free and running around one of the barns, poor Mike looked scared as hell and went "so...he's a handful, huh?!" It was the funniest thing. Poor Stef, I think I delayed baby negotiations after scaring him with Finn! And for all that Finn is absolutely insane climbing and running and OH-MY-GOD-WHY-IS-HE-FASCINATED-WITH-VENTS?!?! and eating various non-edible materials and knocking over furniture and generally causing havoc, he is the sweetest most loving boy ever. Jekyll and Hyde, this kid. He is terribly shy when you first meet him, and he literally monkey clings to me so he doesn't have to make eye contact. Slowly but surely he warms up, until he is his normal self about an hour into a playdate. My best example of this is at school drop off, he monkey clings the whole time, until we're halfway down the sidewalk back to the car when he'll finally pop his head up, grin like a mad man and shout "BYE!!!" while waving like crazy to ensure he's seen. Half way down that sidewalk is apparently a safe buffer to let the shy act slide...lol.

And Eddie? He continues to rock. He lives for hockey on Saturday mornings and is doing better with the whole everyday school thing than I anticipated. He no longer comes home with stories of the same boy picking on him or playing alone. He talks about his friends and silliness on the playground. In the beginning, he focused so heavily on the negative things that happened (so-and-so took my toy, etc) that it was hard to get anything else out of him, but now we're hearing about funny things his teachers said or what he played with happily. He is starting the speech classes soon, and I'm so excited to see the results of that. Even without the extra help, I've seen a HUGE improvement in his speech since we've started this school. Can I get some claps for real, motivated teachers who are happy to be with their class?!! No phoning it in here, thank goodness. Our biggest problem with Eddie seems to be at night, since he wakes often and gets up far to early. I think I'm going to have to cut his nap out, which is going to be AWESOME (not). Oh well...if it means not waking up at 5am, I'll take it.

vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv {aw, that was Finn, adding his two cents}

Adjustments are still coming hard and fast, and I'm learning to take them in stride the best I can. I know now more than ever that I can't continue to say "yes" to everything. And oh, I know how awesome my husband is. This man? I don't deserve him. Not by a long shot. He, too, I think, lives for taking Eddie to hockey on Saturdays and while I make dinner for them before I leave for the pool, he is in charge the rest of the night. He is so awesome, even if he does play football or hockey or soccer or whatever else that is causing marks on my cabinets and crooked picture frames when I come home. They're boys, and what Momma doesn't see, she doesn't know, right hun? <3 br="br" nbsp="nbsp">
I promise to try and do a phone dump and a real post of whatever left over pictures my camera decided to take during it's fit. Soon.....