I cannot tell you how pleased I am with the weather. I am not a hot weather girl. I am not one who likes to sit out on a sun-blazed beach, soaking up rays and sweating. That’s not to say I don’t enjoy the water or being outside. I just want to do it when it’s not insanely hot.
This has been a very unusual summer for Rhode Island. We had to install the a/c units back in June, and they’ve been running nearly constantly since then. The ocean breezes here on the island are supposed to keep us cooler than the mainland, which did happen this summer — except that the mainland was broiling even more than we were.
Right now it’s 69º, after having been in the low 60s overnight. The windows are open, I can hear the birds twittering (and the rumbling of the heavy construction equipment in my neighborhood — grrr), and the breeze is divine. I tell you, it doesn’t take much to please me.
On to news of the children! I have to say, I am so glad I had two kids. The way Grace plays with ME is so wonderful, and it takes a lot of the entertainment load off of me. I’m so relaxed now with ME that I find myself playing with her and being silly with both my kids a lot more than I was with just Grace. I think part of it is because having Grace helped me to find my inner child again, which makes it easier to play with ME. And when I say I am more relaxed now with ME, I don’t mean because I was a paranoid momma with Grace. In fact, my mom was always amazed at how calm I was with her, not being nervous that she was going to get hurt or whatever. I figure, small injuries are part of being a kid. If she gets a scraped knee, of course I pamper her and clean it up and stick a Band-Aid on it, but I’m not going to try to prevent her from scraping her knee at all. My entire childhood I had scraped knees — mainly because I was outside playing, and enjoying every second of it. My mom, on the other hand, says she was very protective of my brother, and was nervous every time it looked like he was going to topple over or hurt himself.
Also on the Grace front, I am so amazed and so pleased at how well she can read! She pretty much taught herself. I listen to her reading to herself, which she does a lot and of her own volition, and I’m always surprised at the big words she knows. She’s well beyond Dr. Seuss and into longer books, and she loves to pretend to read some of my books. We’re now working on her penmanship. I’ve bought her several workbooks and I’m trying to teach her the rules of when to use upper-case letters and when to use lower-case. She loves to do her “homework,” as her daddy calls it, which consists of doing as many pages of her workbook as she feels like.
She’s just so dang smart, and I’m always amazed at her abilities.
With ME, she’s now starting to come out with more and more words. She’s now using “DO!” as a request for me to do something for her, and she’s starting to try to say, “please” as well. She’s been saying, “more” while she signs it for a while, but it’s so nice to hear her attempt more words. I do wonder a little bit about her hearing; she isn’t terribly fond of saying the ends to her words, though the speech therapist assures me that it’s normal for someone at her stage of development. My BFF’s daughter has some hearing loss, which was not detected until she started speaking since she just couldn’t say certain sounds, and that’s what I do worry about. ME hears and comprehends just fine, but for me that doesn’t rule out some hearing loss. Also, I met a mother once whose son has the same ear tags ME does, and she told me that the doctors had wondered if her son would suffer hearing loss. I’ll be asking for a hearing test for ME at her 2-year well-baby visit next month, if they can do it for a kid that small.
She’s still very quiet around strangers. That’s a bit of problem when I take her to her speech therapy play group because there aren’t the same therapists there every week. In fact, last week a new-to-her therapist tried to work with ME, and she was having none of it. She would just walk away when the therapist came near her.
I know she’ll get it, eventually, though I don’t think she will ever be a chatterbox like Grace. She’s just so quiet in general. It’s frustrating, though, when I see a kid half ME’s age, babbling away and stringing several words together. I know kids develop at all different rates, so I shouldn’t worry. It’s hard, though, when ME tests way off the charts in everything else, with results like a three- or four-year-old, but she just. Won’t. Talk. It’ll come, I know, I know. But the frustration is still there, especially when she’s desperately trying to tell me something and I cannot understand her. That’s the worst part of all.
Hmm. So much for listening to the birds chirping this lovely day. Now I have the sound of the house across the street being prepared for demolition drowning out the twittering. *sigh*