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celeste_noelaniHoly crap, where did the summer go? All of a sudden it's the middle of September and I've got a sixth grader and a six month old baby. In related news, I have a headache.
Iliana is downright magnificent. She is a bossy, bull headed little lady who is so totally over this whole babyhood thing. Her inability to crawl fills her with the angst of a thousand Yound Adult novels and you bet your sweet aspercreme that she'll be equally agitated about walking. I have to get photos uploaded so I can share them, but I am a total punk loser about that. I do post pics to Facebook though, so you can look at them there. (Celeste McLean Cote, if you haven't added me already.)
I feel pretty optimistic about Jonas' middle school experience so far. He seems to be feeling pretty good about it, too, which is a huge relief. He's being 11 and is testing every shred of patience that I have leftover after Iliana poops all over it (both literally and figuratively) but is also the most attentive and wonderful big brother I could imagine. Of course I expected nothing less from this kid, but still. It's impressive to watch.
Gotta love both of those kids, even when I want nothing more than to stick stamps on their foreheads and shove them in the mailbox. Without return address, of course.
Ian and I celebrated our first wedding anniversary by...I have no idea. Probably begging the baby to sleep. We're doing well though, even if I'm not being nearly as nice to him as he deserves because I'm a hundred shades of crazy with all of the stuff with Mom. We hit a rough bit and I felt like he was the last person on earth that I ever wanted to talk to about everything, but we're getting it sorted out and I'm so happy about that.
Speaking of Mom, she's decided to stop chemo and go just to comfort care. Which means that she only has a couple of months left, give or take. She's getting weaker every time we see her and I feel like I can never see her enough, since she won't be there to see pretty damn soon. I'm pretty messed up over it. Fortunately, I've spent the better part of the last three years building a solid relationship (?) with my therapist so...well...I guess it could be worse. My sister and I have to rock-paper-scissors to see who is going to call what family members to let everyone know, in case anyone wants to see her or send her a card or flowers or whatever. Been dragging ass on that because, well. Yeah.
But we've been keeping up on the laundry lately, sort of. So there is that.
Iliana is downright magnificent. She is a bossy, bull headed little lady who is so totally over this whole babyhood thing. Her inability to crawl fills her with the angst of a thousand Yound Adult novels and you bet your sweet aspercreme that she'll be equally agitated about walking. I have to get photos uploaded so I can share them, but I am a total punk loser about that. I do post pics to Facebook though, so you can look at them there. (Celeste McLean Cote, if you haven't added me already.)
I feel pretty optimistic about Jonas' middle school experience so far. He seems to be feeling pretty good about it, too, which is a huge relief. He's being 11 and is testing every shred of patience that I have leftover after Iliana poops all over it (both literally and figuratively) but is also the most attentive and wonderful big brother I could imagine. Of course I expected nothing less from this kid, but still. It's impressive to watch.
Gotta love both of those kids, even when I want nothing more than to stick stamps on their foreheads and shove them in the mailbox. Without return address, of course.
Ian and I celebrated our first wedding anniversary by...I have no idea. Probably begging the baby to sleep. We're doing well though, even if I'm not being nearly as nice to him as he deserves because I'm a hundred shades of crazy with all of the stuff with Mom. We hit a rough bit and I felt like he was the last person on earth that I ever wanted to talk to about everything, but we're getting it sorted out and I'm so happy about that.
Speaking of Mom, she's decided to stop chemo and go just to comfort care. Which means that she only has a couple of months left, give or take. She's getting weaker every time we see her and I feel like I can never see her enough, since she won't be there to see pretty damn soon. I'm pretty messed up over it. Fortunately, I've spent the better part of the last three years building a solid relationship (?) with my therapist so...well...I guess it could be worse. My sister and I have to rock-paper-scissors to see who is going to call what family members to let everyone know, in case anyone wants to see her or send her a card or flowers or whatever. Been dragging ass on that because, well. Yeah.
But we've been keeping up on the laundry lately, sort of. So there is that.
