For a three year old, I swear my son talks so much. I think either our mind is a funny thing and erases what we choose or my twins did not even speak as much combined as my son does now. Seriously, he can talk and talk. About what you may ask, I do not know but often about anything and nothing. I think he wants to mimic his older sisters so much, he talks as if there were two of him. I wish I could say, I am an advice girl. But honestly, I wing it so much I can't really give advice. When people say, 'their child did something at this age', I struggle to remember the one fun fact about Anderson that I do know. He was pee potty trained at 19 months. But really, when will I be whipping that fun fact out at a dinner party? Not going to happen. Why is I do not remember dates? As Dale C class once taught me, hear a name of a person, repeat it back and add a picture to the name to remember it. Should I do that with dates and history? Funny how it works and does not work in my brain. Okay I am board with my own writing.
What next? Do I talk about how grumpy and tired I was all day today. Do I ask, why do I just never feel rested enough? Do I tell you I am stressed about a few things? or how about, what is the last six months of my year going to look like?
Then I start to think, nope. I will tell you my Sydney had two close calls with drowning and choking in the last two days. She was playing around a river edge and fell in but managed to get herself right sided and out. She did look like a drenched cat. The choking happen at a grocery store and she was eating the free watermelon sample when it got stuck in her throat. She actually was able to tell my husband she was choking by doing the universal choking sign. Funny that you think that will never need to be used in your life. My husband was able to quickly catch on to the problem and sternly tell her to cough as he prepared to assist her. She managed to cough it up with watermelon, saliva and such. She is they shy one of the twins and really quiet about her business so telling me about it was not an option at all in her eyes.
I guess, I leave with this thought. In a month, I will have posted about the strange, normal, everyday events that go on with nine year old twins and a three year old boy. Maybe I will even learn to post a picture or two. Wouldn't that be special?
What next? Do I talk about how grumpy and tired I was all day today. Do I ask, why do I just never feel rested enough? Do I tell you I am stressed about a few things? or how about, what is the last six months of my year going to look like?
Then I start to think, nope. I will tell you my Sydney had two close calls with drowning and choking in the last two days. She was playing around a river edge and fell in but managed to get herself right sided and out. She did look like a drenched cat. The choking happen at a grocery store and she was eating the free watermelon sample when it got stuck in her throat. She actually was able to tell my husband she was choking by doing the universal choking sign. Funny that you think that will never need to be used in your life. My husband was able to quickly catch on to the problem and sternly tell her to cough as he prepared to assist her. She managed to cough it up with watermelon, saliva and such. She is they shy one of the twins and really quiet about her business so telling me about it was not an option at all in her eyes.
I guess, I leave with this thought. In a month, I will have posted about the strange, normal, everyday events that go on with nine year old twins and a three year old boy. Maybe I will even learn to post a picture or two. Wouldn't that be special?