Backspace

Yesterday I started writing a post and went off on a tangent, I couldn't believe the feelings that came pouring out as I was typing. I tried not to think to much about how it sounded or if it was complete sentences and just wrote. I ran out of time, I was sitting here writing and I let the kids sleep for much longer than I should have, when I heard Logan waking up I paused my post and didn't submit it. I really had every intent to go back on and finish it but this morning I am grateful to the backspace button. In hindsight, nothing I wrote needed to be said out loud and it was therapeutic just releasing the thoughts. I have always heard that keeping a journal was beneficial but didn't realize that it would affect me.


In Logan news, the Dr suggested starting Logan in a program called First Steps, for speech therapy. I was a little surprised because he is only 15 months but on the other hand, both Andrew and Josh are taking speech so why not Logan as well. I mean, obviously we need help in the language development category. At least my mom thinks so. We decided to hold off for now and see if it improves by his 18 month check up.

I forgot...

I am now up to 20 minutes in the morning. I am feeling proud and determined. This is the most I have ever committed to myself and it would be such a waste of time to give up now. Just keep going...just keep going! That's my new motto in life. lol

50's Festival

We went to the 50's festival on Saturday and had a pretty good time. Of course the kids acted like hooligans in the morning and after threatening to not go at all we decided that we were going for us but they couldn't have any fun unless they started acting better. Once we got going the kids did straighten up and behave so of course we let them have fun with the bounce house and slide. As I was watching the kids slide down on the little sacks provided it reminded me of when I was a kid and we would always attend the local carnival. I think it was the Boys and Girls club or maybe it was Scouts. I remember that my grandpa was involved in it. They had a giant slide, it was so high it made your stomach lurch as you slid down on the scratchiest, brown, straw sacks ever. It itched your legs and was rough against your skin but we loved to slide down over and over again. This slide seemed so small. Is it or did I get bigger? I am sure teh slides are shrinking.

Baby steps...

We have taken our next little step in living healthy. Yesterday we went on a bike ride together. Andrew and Nick were awesome and kept up incredibly. We rode from our home to the park and then we each went around the park once with Nick. I was shocked at how I didn't feel exhausted. When we bought the bikes a couple of years ago, my legs would be burning after just a few blocks, but this time my legs are fine. We both remarked on how little we felt sore, our legs were fine. Our butts were a different story. I didn't even know I could bruise the areas of my behind that are sore right now. Larry thinks we should invest in the big, old lady style, cushy seats and I agree.

Josh and Logan sat in the bike trailer and seemed to enjoy the ride there. Logan decided on the way home that he had enough. He was hot and tired, (he missed his 2ND nap) and hungry, (I packed bad snacks for him). He screamed the entire way home, well almost the entire time. Larry stopped at the little grocery store and bought him a ring pop to eat, after that he was loving the last 3 blocks.