Yeah, that scared me

Glad to be through the last week.  That's all I got to say about that.

Lily had a scrapping party (scrap book) the day of our polar plunge -- she made 2 or 3 pages, and I seriously was impressed...my girl has some mad skills with scrap booking... way better than me... and I'm proud to say that.  She has been studying hard in school... and you know -- I'm going to just exhale this and be done with it... I am totally going to be ok with whatever grades she brings home, as long as I know she's trying her best.  I love how she loves going to school now.  I love how she comes home and tells me little snapshots of her day... and it's like a puzzle for me to put together and see the whole picture... she's a happy girl.. and I love that.

Lincoln... oh, my poor boy -- as you probably read on FB, I totally nailed him with the harmonica... *sigh.  He still loves me and was completely over it minutes after it happened, but I'm still holding myself a hostage of guilt.  It was unintentional (for him to get hit), but completely intentionally thrown (on my part) .... and that was just a bad choice.  Need to work on walking the walk.  Otherwise, I think we're FINALLY getting over the crud... strep, cold symptoms, snotty nose galore... ugh.     I'm looking forward to spring / summer / fall -- when he seems SO much healthier... and I also think we're on the brink of transitioning to table food... 2012, baby... *please!

Lucy -- whew!  That girl is COMPLETELY in the, 'Pushing your buttons to the limit' stage right now.  Oh. My. God.  I swear she KNOWS she's being naughty and she's going from one 'NO!" to the next... testing to make sure it's still a 'No!', ??  I don't know... and I'm sure I won't remember this when she's bigger, like I don't remember Lily ever going through this -- but right now... ugh... most of our days are guarding the time out corner, to ensure time is fully served and not cut short by (her) choice...  All I can say is, it's a good thing she's so cute.  :)

One additional comment (again, that I shouldn't even be blogging about... but -- since we're coming clean).... we recently received a letter in the mail from a relative that sent a obit clipping of a guy that had DS that had died... ok... completely sent with good intentions, the man was 68, which is fairly old for an individual to live with DS, and the eulogy was very touching, saying that how in 1943 when this person was born, it was typically recommended to put children born with DS in a home, to be with someone that could properly care for them, but this individuals parents were told by their doctor to take him home and treat him like their other children.  Which they did.  And how "most would think that having DS is a challenge.  Being different, slow, it would be a struggle his whole life.  Well, those of us who loved him know differently."  It was touching... but creepy to get a obit.  I probably won't make a habit of sending obits to anyone, especially if they have a disease, genetic disorder, illness, or anything else - that someone else in my friend/family might have... just sayin...

*breathe.

Ok.  Move on.