She spat on the TV

I was supposed to write a Christmas post, and a New Year's post, right? That's what bloggers do....but I've been stuck.  Mostly because I feel so negative. People ask me all the time....how is June? And it's such a hard question to answer.  The truth is she's making progress every week.  And the truth is I'm rejoicing with the progress, but with every bit of progress comes the harsh reality that I have just created more work for myself.  In some ways it was easier to tote her around in a baby carrier and let her be mute and in-mobile.  At least she was safe then. And cuddled.  And fed. And happy. 

Now I just follow her around and my goal for the day is that she eats enough (food, not dirt) to put some fat on her skinny little bones, re-direct (or try not to scream at) her when she gags herself, take away toys when she spits on them, praise her when she goes poop on the potty, and make sure she doesn't eat anything poisonous or steal too much water from the faucets, because that leads to puking, and then the vicious cycle continues.  And if it's a good day, I will force myself to be an amazing mom.  The mom that sits and asks for her to make a choice, following her around and letting her do what she wants: hang out on the trampoline, contemplate electrical and shiny gadgets, force her to do puzzles and other learning activities, provide messy opportunities where she can squish applesauce and pumpkin guts or massage olive oil into her tiny little hands until she giggles and til her heart is indeed, content.

But then something like this happens.

June broke our brand new TV.  Now let me just tell you.  We had just purchased a flat screen TV last year.  Our FIRST ever flat screen TV, and with an Amazon Prime membership, our kids thought they were at Disney World with all the shows they could watch besides PBS KIDS.  Now listen, I am a TV Nazi.  My kids get an hour of screen time a day, if that, HOWEVER, it was still nice to be able to pick a new show DAILY.  Well all that ended on Sunday afternoon when June decided to SPIT on the TV.  Yes, you heard me right.  She spit on the TV like she spits on everything because that is what June does.  The way June spits is more like a drool....Now, let me warn you.
 DO NOT EVER LET YOUR CHILD SPIT ON THE TV. Because the spit runs down the screen and into the electrical compartment and then the TV goes bonkers.  Like...a demon enters the TV and the channels start changing rapidly and the volume starts rising higher and higher at random times.  So good thing my husband is a pack rat because he went out and got the OLD TV and when my kids started watching a a heart-wrenching PBS special on special needs today with sad music and all, I told them they would have to settle for the Stuart Little 3 Christmas DVD because I couldn't bare to sit through another special needs special.

June also is also becoming a little bit obsessive...like, if I take the dish towel off the oven to wipe up something (usually her spit or puke), I usually throw it in the corner to head out to the laundry room.  Well, little Miss Organization (oh the things she would organize if her hands would do what she wanted them to!) will take the towel off the ground and either put it back on the oven bar OR try to grab my hand to get me to do the same thing.  She's also obsessed with this Fisher Price Beatbo that she received for Christmas from her grandparents.  Here she is with her magnifying glass and her hand on the robot.  It's her morning routine to come into our bed every morning and snuggle with Daddy and listen to the Robot. We cannot break the morning routine. 

Some other strange occurrences our happening in our house.  Charlotte is having a hard time acting her age because she is confused as to how one acts at the age of 3.  After all, her older sister is doing things like chewing on a chew toy.  Here they are, in sisterly love both bonding as they chew on a toy together.  Every mother's dream....two daughters sharing.

 So...hope you are drinking a hot coffee like me and hunkering down for a big snowstorm, stocking up on milk, eggs and marshmallows for the hot chocolate.  Have a blessed weekend, whatever storm comes your way.  And just in case you feel like your Winter is especially long this year:

" For though the fig tree doesn't flourish, nor fruit be in the vines; the labor of the olive fails, the fields yield no food, the flocks are cut off from the fold, and there is no herd in the stalls: yet I will rejoice in the LORD. I will be joyful in the God of my salvation! The LORD, the Lord, is my strength. He makes my feet like deer's feet, and enables me to go in high places." Habakkuk 3:17-19