They had the exact same thing but James' asthma really does a number on him in cases such as this. Audrey never coughed the first time and James started couging on Monday. In an attempt to keep out of the doctor's office and off prednasolne, I started with Pulmicort and albuterol treatments 2x a day. But by Friday he was not any better and actually a tad worse so, to prevent a trip to the ER over the weekend, I went ahead and took him to our Pediatrician. But this time in addition to the Prednisone, he got a referral to an Allergist! Yay!! Hopefully we will make that trip in the next few weeks!
We didn't do anything big for the twins' birthday, on their birthday. We are going to Disney World in November instead. I cannot even begin to tell you how excited I am about this and have been for months and months. And as the time gets closer Jon is getting just as excited! We've told the kids we are going to Disney World and they get so excited hearing about it! They have no clue as to what they are about to experience but you would think they go every week from the way they react when we talk about it!!
Our transition from the age 2 to 3 has been a bit of an adjustment around here. Everyone talks about the terrible two's and how that is like the worst age for a kiddo. Not the case with us. The age of 2 was a magical year for us! They were getting more independent and talking more and it was fun to hear their vocabularies explode and not have to do every thing for them. They enjoyed hour upon hour of just playing together, hardly ever getting into a squabble. They didn't even know HOW to back talk. Yeah, that started to change as their 3rd year approached and once their birthday came around, I've been asking the magical year of 2 where it has gone and begging it to please come back!!
Now their vocabulary is better than mine most days. They are so independent that they get into trouble with their new found independence. (Yeah, that's not foreshadowing or anything.) They still get along for the most part but James isn't so quick to do as his sister instructs him these days and that always ends in a show down that usually gives me a headache. James seems to be getting more and more joy out of aggravating the living daylights out of Audrey which usually ends up giving me a headache. James is getting more "OCD" as he gets older. And yes, this too, usually ends up giving me a headache. He's a creature of habit, as most humans are, but he totally freaks if his "routine" changes. For instance, he usually asks for a drink of water before he goes to sleep and last night he forgot. He remembered after I had already bedded down for the evening on the couch and since Jon had not, he got the water. Well, lets just say that you would of thought that the devil himself brought that youngin that cup of water.
Audrey is usually my compliant child but over night the girl developed one of the sassiest tongues I've heard since I was her age. (Yes, Mother and Daddy, I know. What goes around comes around.)
It feels like we've back slid about 2 1//2 years ago. I am totally wiped at the end of the day and sometimes I feel like a pressure cooker just waiting to explode. Seriously, twins can be a great asset to us the parents in the way they entertain each other, among other things. But they can also suck the life right out of you when they tag team you with all their shenanigans! Of course I say all this as light heartedly as possible. I certainly don't want any of you to get the wrong idea. I have to find the humor in this or that pressure cooker might just explode. I know I am telling Noah about the flood to all you who are reading but, parenting is hard and you go thru up phases and down phases and we currently are on a downward phase that feels like the drop on the Jurassic Park ride at Universal Studios. But this one lasts for weeks and weeks instead of seconds!!
In an attempt to adjust to our "new" children, we are battening down the hatches around here and trying some new routines, activities, schedules and *gasp* discipline techniques. We've been slack on some things lately. I can be quite the detail oriented person and it can be a hindrance in my daily life. Especially when it comes to blogging. It can take me all day to write just a few paragraphs sometimes and that can take away from household things I need to do or time I need to spend with the chillins. But it is such a good outlet for me to be able to write about my exasperation's with these little no neck monsters! So, I reckon I said ALL that to say this: my blogging will probably be sporadic over the coming weeks and months. One week I might blog every day and the next just once. JSYK.
4 comments:
Thanks for the warning. JSYK, upstairs is a life savor. If they start getting on my nerves, send em' upstairs and tell them not to come down until I say. I say all that to say this: I don't believe a word of it. Send them to my house and they can duke it out upstairs with Harrison and Isabella!
UGH! I hate it when my long comment doesn't post! Anyway, I LOVE today's post. Thanks for always painting a picture with your words...I feel like I spent the afternoon at your house (almost).
We got us a little Will Shakespeare on our hands! Look at the last picture! They're Angels , I tell ya! How can those two Angels cause ANYONE a headache?! No , but really, all of us can empathize and have had those days, and seasons with our children! You're a wonderful Mother, and my advice is to go, go, go- wear them out- park, library, that is the best stress and energy release!
Amanda, if this is your "pent up" version, then, by all means, get "pent up"...but, don't wait till you 'splode! I liked your statement of telling Noah about a flood. I have been there, done that, now doing it again with little GRANDkidZ, but, you sure add flavor that I must've missed in my own childrearing. The photo of you and The Elder on the ride, plummeting down...well, somebody said, One picture is worth a thousand words. AMEN! I've had that look before myself. Next year, they'll be even more individual than now. And, like Susan said...that parting shot? One could believe you're writing fictional accounts. Love your words, love you all.
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