Ahhh, the weekend. Let's see...
We went to the Y this morning, but there was a wait list for the childwatch with five families ahead of us so we didn't end up staying. Instead we drove out to the Amish indoor market thinking we could pick up some fresh produce and maybe get a snack for the kids. It's sort of an Amish bizaar of sorts. Alex has been reminding me all day that our morning had quite the ironic twist because we started it with every intention of working out and ended up getting pecan sticky buns at the Amish market instead, but alas.
Actually, the kids were going a little gaga in the car on the way over and Georgia started saying "eat! eat!" with Rainer following suit, so when we got there we decided to sit down and order them a little meal. It wasn't even 11am, yet, but they were HUNGRY! This will end up sounding like a rather mundane little tidbit about our day, but what was so awesome about it was how much Georgia has been requesting things using words lately instead of just whining and/or using signs. She has been labeling things with sign for a long time and words more recently, but one of our goals has been to get her to start asking for things. Today, she most definitely did. First there was the "eat! eat!" then "hungry!" and the list went on to include "fries!" when we had offered her something other than fries, "pretzels" when we walked by a tasting table and so on. She also told us about a baby at another table, and said "thank you" to the waitress when she set down Georgia's food. Now. I know she says all these things, but this was so APPROPRIATE and PRACTICAL. It was really just so cool. Early in the day she had also said, "Play at the y."
And? She wasn't stressed out. Not about being in a crowded place, anyway. She was getting a little antsy and whiny because she was so incredibly hungry, but that's just normal hungry kid stuff. She didn't shy away from the waitress, she looked right at her, and she turned around in her seat to admire the baby at the other table.
Wow, just writing this stuff sounds so ho-hum, but I assure you, it's not! She is really coming a long way. I think it's our job to keep inching her out there and giving her chances to succeed.
Now Rainer. Funny thing is that he is REALLY shy. He doesn't have the same anxiety that G has exhibited (except at the doctor's office), so it feels more manageable. But when the older couple at the booth next to us offered R their condiment bottle, Rainer stopped being the animated little sprite he was bring (when he was trying to steal their ketchup bottle) and ducked his head down and wouldn't look up. I remember that feeling SO well!
Also, a few weeks ago I mentioned that R was having some potty learning success. Predictably, as soon as I hit publish on the post he regressed back to his old routine. Started stressing out about where and when to go and so we took a big step back and let him know he could still use his diaper if he wanted to. He's young and we didn't want to bring on any extra anxiety about it. Today, though I will probably regret reporting it, I am happy to report we took a step towards the undies directions again in a MAJOR way. That is all I will say about that lest I lose some readers for being too graphic!
What else? Well, we're mostly hunkered down at home though the weather hasn't been too bad since Thursday. The roads just aren't well plowed and the stores are a mess of people getting ready for the upcoming storms they are prediciting, so we are mostly hanging out around the house. We're bored, but I feel like I am in such a better place than I was last year. The kids are at such a fun stage and I swear they make me laugh a hundred times or more a day!
Funny thing happened at the store a little while ago when I did venture out though. I was walking out when the woman in front of me dropped her glove. I immediatelty bent down to pick it up and handed it to her saying "Here you go!" She mumbled, rather sternly, "I could have done it myself!"
You see, the woman was in a wheelchair, so I guess she had some misgivings about me helping her because as she said, she could have done it herself. The thing is though? I didn't pick it up for her because she was in a wheelchair, I picked it up for her because I am the type of person who picks things up for people when they drop them. Wheelchair or no. I honestly didn't even consider the wheelchair, I didn't have time to, she dropped the glove, I bent down to pick it up.
This is the one time I am glad I had a quick line to use because I felt bad. I didn't want her to think I thought her incapable. I am the child of a woman who spends the majority of her life in a wheelchair, I also have a child with a disability who will probably be deemed incapable through much of her life, when she decidely WILL be capable. So I said, "You would have done the same for me," and smiled at her.
Thankfully, she smiled back. I didn't make a big deal out of it, I just walked on my way.
It's one of those things that makes you think though. Are her defenses on high alert? Am I too sensitive? Do I really want to be the sort of person who doesn't help because I think it through too much?
I have learned in most situations it's best to ask if someone needs help before jumping right in to do it, but this was one of those things where, you know, someone drops change, it scatters across the floor, and you bend down to help them pick it up. There was no added message or intention behind the deed. It was an impulse.
I dunno. No biggie, just something to mull over.
Lastly, I dreamt last night that Alex and I were having a recommiment ceremony. Lots of funny parts to the dream, but one of the best parts was that Iggy--my old beloved pup--was in it, and I got to pet him and say hi. It really was like he was there with me for a spell.
Also, I think one day I would like to have a recommitment ceremony. I think it's a lovely gesture.
And...I want to go to Italy on our next honeymoon!