Tomorrow will be better, right?


Leah took a very telling picture of me-wrapped up in my favorite blanket, rocking back and forth. Give me a break...it's been a little rough around here. August has been an ugly month for us and I feel beaten to a pulp, but I'm hopeful that things are getting better. So I decided I wouldn't write much and depress everyone because the last thing we need is a big downer of a post. Tomorrow should be better, maybe. A friend from church offered to pay me to babysit her four month old twins (one boy and one girl-very cute), so we are going to have a few days of trial sitting, mostly to see if my girls will pummel them.







Leah had another schedule change-she got into some swimming lessons at the last minute (long story), which she loves, but had a meltdown when it was time to leave. I'm not sure why she loves the pool so much except that I think the weightless feeling must feel good to her. She's always had a lot of sensory issues. Her language has really improved, but she still spouts off some funny stuff:
preschool='pretty school'
flip flips='fruit flops'
airport='hair porch'
And the question of the day: 'Mom, do you have a butt?" I just stare at her, trying to formulate an appropriate response. Before I open my mouth, she says : "I do. It's right here." And then she points to her belly button. Then she shows me Hannah's 'butt'.

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