Sunday, July 5, 2015

Happy Fourth of July!

Happy Fourth of July!

We had a good, old-fashioned American cookout, with burgers, corn-on-the-cob (with homemade butter!) and even patriotic Popsicles, from this cute recipe-

Mine didn't turn out quite as picture-perfect as hers, but I loved them!  Next time I will fold paper towel around a Popsicle stick and swipe down the inside of the mold between each layer.  

That, and tapping the mold on the counter after adding each later to settle the contents, should make the layers neater.  I should probably thin the yogurt, too.  The purple "blue" layer couldn't be helped, though.

Even Whim got dressed up to celebrate!

Summer mornings

All summer, the boys have been staying up later and then sleeping in.  I'm loving my quiet mornings!

Every evening at bedtime, either we'll all snuggle in for a movie (and I fall asleep) or I let them stay up and read in their room with the light on (and I fall asleep.)  Either way I am happily sleeping, and the next day, they are happily sleeping in.  

I've gotten greedy with my mornings though, and want to make sure they continue.  I've realized a few things.

After I exercise and shower, I get back in bed.  I have to.  The minute I radiate "up for the day" vibes, L is awake.  So I sneak back into bed and read and pray and check in with my family and play word chums and write blog posts and bask in the silence.

If L wakes up and I'm "still in bed", he'll get in and sleep- for 2 more hours.  Two more glorious, silent hours where no one is asking me questions or climbing on me. But if I'm up, he's up, too.

M has gotten the hang of sleeping in and doesn't need any intervention.  Two days ago he slept until 11:30, and I had to wake him up so we could go to lunch.  But I'm not taking any chances.  So I always make sure there is a book right by him when he wakes up.  My thought is, if he wakes up too early, it should distract him.  It hasn't been necessary so far, but you never know.

The other day, though, he came to me with fear in his eyes and told me he was really worried about something.  "I don't know how I'm doing it," he confessed, "but I'm reading in my sleep."

Oops...I never stopped to think what that conveniently-placed book would seem like from his perspective!  

School starts so early here, it's hard to get up early enough to make a quiet morning durning the school year.  But I'll try to soak in enough throughout this month to last me until October break!


Friday, July 3, 2015

Another day in Paradise

Yesterday Whim and I celebrated our 9 year anniversary.  I had been itching to check out Art In Paradise, so we decided yesterday would be just the day.  It was definitely worth the trip.

It was such a fun and different way to spend the afternoon.

The whole place is set up for taking funny photos- they even show you where to stand so that the perspective comes out just right.

When your perspective is off, it doesn't look right.

But when it's right, everything is perfect.

Hmmm... It's like it has an anniversary double-meaning.

We finished the day with sushi and beach plans for next week.  Can't wait!

(Whim usually takes about one picture of me a year that I like, and this one is it!)

Happy nine years to us!

Tuesday, June 30, 2015

L does, too!

L is a classic little brother- anything M is doing, he wants to be a part of it.  I wasn't surprised that after he saw M blogging, he wanted a blog, too.

Initially, I was tempted to start a book blog for him, as a way to motivate him and keep him reading.  

But M's blog was to support his passions of reading and language. There wasn't a hidden agenda to pressure him into anything.  So I decided that a blog might be a fun way to support his Lego love.  And like M's blog, I'm glad that it gives him a built-in chance to write.  

As an added bonus, it's been fun to see him taking pride in his creations.  And best of all, it has him pulling out and working with his old Legos almost every day, instead of just waiting for a new set.

Same old picture

I may never stop taking pictures like this, because the sight still brings me so much joy.  Seeing him sit calmly feels like a miracle, even though the days of chaos are far behind us.

All that frenzied desperation to move, and see, and do, and touch, and twirl, and break, and climb, and jump has transformed into a equally desperate thirst to know, and read, and understand, and relate, and compare, and express, and discover.

His intense emotions have transformed, too.  Those same feelings that used to overwhelm him now help him relate, feel compassion, empathize, and understand others.  He still feels deeply, because he is still intense.  But his diet (in addition to a few years of good-old-fashioned growing up) has made that intensity a positive attribute instead of one that will hold him back.

When I first started his diet, I didn't know what was "wrong" with M, but I had a hope that the diet would fix it.  It's so obvious now that the only thing that was ever wrong with him was what he was eating.  

His intense, curious nature as a toddler would have made him a handful no matter what he ate, but the out-of-control feelings and lack of impulse control he experienced because of his diet were a recipe for disaster- for all of us.

I wonder, sometimes, what life would be like if we had never found the connection between his troubles and his diet. His reactions are less severe now- maybe he would grow out if it eventually.

But I don't think he would have found the same love for books, and what a shame that would have been.