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We got back home from Indiana this morning. Driving all night is good for us because the boys sleep most of the way, but it does make for a really long day after since taking a nap in the afternoon is a really bad idea if all of the boys are awake.I'll post some pictures soon! We had a lot of fun!
that when strangers see me at the pool they feel the need to warn me that my baby is going to get a sunburn??? Let's look at the facts. First of all, he looks like he hasn't been out in the sun at all, and yet I have a fairly decent tan. Obviously, I have been out in the sun. In addition, my other two boys are also fair-skinned redheads, and neither of them are burned. Am I just walking around with a "Yes, I'm an idiot" stamp on my forehead? Yes, I do know they sell stuff called sunscreen, and I do know how to use it.
When people ask me what my biggest pet peeve is, I usually give some off the cuff remark like people who don't use turn signals, or people who go through the express line at Kroger with 50 items. But that's not really truly what bugs me most. My biggest pet peeve is when people make comments without really thinking about their listener's situation. Let me explain.We were married for almost seven years before Matthew was born. During that time, I got more cute questions about when we were going to have a baby than anybody should ever have to bear. Part of it was where we were living and going to church. Our Sunday School class was filled with couples that were our age, and many of them were starting their families. (OK, almost all of them.) So, of course, every time a couple would bring a new baby to church, and I would congratulate them, I'd always get the question about when we were going to have one. Well, after the seventh or eighth time, I ran out of cute responses. See, the problem wasn't that we didn't want kids. The problem was that we couldn't have a baby. I was diagnosed with Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome and undergoing treatment for it. It's not that the other people were cruel. Many of them had no idea. We hadn't shared what was going on. My best friend knew, and ironically, she felt guilty since she and her husband couldn't seem to stop from getting pregnant! (You know I love you, Shelley!) I just wish that sometimes people had looked at the situation and realized that maybe the continual questions were making me very uncomfortable. So, I've made it a policy of mine to never ask a married couple when they are going to have kids. I don't know what they are going through, and what their problems are or aren't. I wish I'd spoken up when I was being asked those questions. Of course, I could have been brutally honest and put them in a very uncomfortable situation. Darn, I wish I'd thought of that sooner. ;-)Why am I posting this? I think as a reminder to myself to make sure that I think before I speak. Sometimes, my mouth gets ahead of my brain, and I say things I shouldn't. So, if you're reading this, and I've put my foot in my mouth regarding something I said to you, I'm sorry. And I'm sure I'll need to apologize in the future as well.
We saw the neurosurgeon today for a follow-up, and he says that Andrew does not need a helmet. YAY!!!!!!!! He says there is still some "frontal bossing" which means that his forehead is still bulging forward a little bit, but he believes that it will correct itself as he grows. He will probably always have a forhead that bulges some, but not to the point that it will look like a defect. He is very happy with how Andrew's head looks. He told me that it's harder for me to see the difference because I see him everyday, but to the doctor who hasn't seen him since the end of April, there is a lot of difference. Andrew was so cute during the visit. Usually, when someone walks in who he's not familiar with, he'll get very quiet and just watch them, but as soon as the doctor walked in, he just started cooing and chattering. It's like he knew that this was the person who had fixed his head, and he was trying to say thank-you!I'm just glad we don't have to try and fit in fittings for a helmet along with our upcoming vacation and school starting in just a few weeks.
Today is my mom's birthday. Since I've moved FAR away from home to Georgia, I appreciate my mom much more, and I miss her very much. (Especially when Jeremy and I want to go out for the evening. I'm kidding, Mom!) Happy birthday!(I also want to wish a happy birthday to my best friend's daughter who was wonderful enough to be born on my mom's birthday. Happy birthday, Nicole!)
All this week, I've been at Math Institute. It's a program the county runs where you work with a mentor teaching teaching math during a week at summer school. This week, I've spent every morning helping my mentor teach math to kids who have just finished 2nd grade. The idea is you see some of the best practices in teaching math, plus you get a chance to work with a small group helping them. While I really enjoyed working with the kids, I feel like I didn't learn a whole lot. I've got some more resources, but my mentor teacher teaches upper grade gifted kids mostly, and there were some times when I thought that she talked over the kids' heads too much. I know the big thing now is letting kids talk their way through problems even when they don't understand, but I found that it really confused some of the other kids. I had one student I was working with who was understanding the concepts, but when the teacher let the other kids give the wrong answer and try to justify it (hoping that they would see their error), she got really confused and frustrated because she knew her answer was right, and she couldn't see why the teacher was letting someone give a wrong answer. I can see how that would be frustrating to a student. It was nice because it helped me begin to ease into a regular teaching schedule again. The kids come a month from today!
I hate dieting. I've been trying to lose some weight lately, and so this week I decided to go back to doing Weight Watchers. And I hate it. The worst meal is lunch. I hate making lunch as it is, because I'm not a big sandwich eater, and I can only eat salads for so long. When it gets cooler, I'm going to make more soup that will last me the whole week, but for right now, finding stuff for lunch stinks. Suppers are a little better, but they still want me to eat salad with every meal. Yuk. Hopefully, I'll get more creative with the meals, and I'll appreciate it when my clothes get looser. I'll just keep repeating that to myself. Over and over.
