Pics from this week

Amelia is getting her wings, a signature in my family.

He's almost standining on his own!

There is always action around here.

My other little pumpkin.

Evan looks dyno-mite in his dino jammies.

New London House

A few people have asked about the house, so I thought I would post a pic of the "not haunted Victorian home". It's not supposed to be, but we have had a few episodes of cabinets and doors opening, which would immediately be debunked by Ghost Hunters. But, we did have a window open on us and there is NO WAY that it could open by its own. And our toys are still going off. But hey, the owner says it's not haunted, so it's not.

New London is pretty nice, but it is very windy here. I don't think the wind has stopped since we got here. I guess that is why every single house has windchimes. It's really very awful to listen to. What makes people say, "Hey, let's get windchimes. It would be great because they would never stop chiming!" The funny thing is that it is so overly windy that the windchimes are actually blowing parallel to the ground, kind of like windsockchimes. And they bang on the houses. It is more like a full percussion section. That and the foghorn is enough to drive anyone to the brink of insanity. But other than that, it's very nice. And cold.

What size yoga ball are you?

Another therapist, not Evan's, made me aware today that getting a yoga ball would be great to sit on and bounce Evan in my lap to relax him. She then preceded to walk around to my backside and size up my butt. I heard her mumbling behind me about what size yoga ball I should get, but I was too busy thinking, "I can't believe there is a 50's-ish year old woman behind me sizing up my @ss!"

I looked on-line and it appears that weight is not a factor, since they hold up to 600 lbs. It's the height that matters. In any case, they all come with an "anti-burst" guarantee, so I'm safe no matter what the size. Maybe I'll just get a hippity-hop and strap him into the Baby Bjorn.

Just a note that I'm totally annoyed with my wireless aircard internet. It's not letting me upload videos and I have a few great ones right now. Maybe I will try uploading to YouTube and embedding that into the blog. Worst case scenario I'm forced to order a grande gingerbread latte from Starbucks and use their Wi-fi. They better have that flavor by now.

Evan is Awesome

Of course we all know that already, but it was confirmed once again by his new therapists.

There were three occupational therapists that worked with him during his first visit this week. Three young ladies and he was loving every minute of it- such a ladies man. He was showing off his moves and they couldn't believe everything he can do.

His physical therapist is an older lady who got down on the floor with him and threw him in a swing that hangs from the ceiling. She also blows bubbles.

After spending so much time with John's and my families, I think he is very relaxed around other people now*. His therapists in Athens would be so jealous. Now he just sits there and is like, "whatever, I'm playing with new toys," while they work on him.

Next week will be a challenge. Therapy 3 times a week- with Amelia along for the ride.

*Usually

Happy 10 months!

Oh, this is sad. They will be a year in no time. I'm already planning for the party.

I quick took a pic of them this morning to post. It was a typical morning- Amelia trying to escape and Evan eating her sock. Enjoy.

We are here!

We made it to New London, CT a couple of days ago, via Durham, Annapolis, and Nanuet, NY. We took our time so the kids wouldn't go too nuts. And the Navy paid, so why not? The house we are living in is a furnished victorian home near the ocean (or the sound), which the owner promised was not haunted. He had never even thought of that, he said, and that sounds just crazy to me. But I believe in that stuff. He told me he hopes that he doesn't get a call from me saying we want out of there 'cause of ghosts. I told him I would just call Ghostbusters.

We've settled in already, we are just waiting for the cribs and high chairs to be delivered. And the fence. Man, that fence is a life saver. I don't know how my mom did it without one. There is no way I could get anything done if I didn't have that thing. E & A only want to go where they shouldn't be going. Of course.

Evan started therapy today. I lit a fire under someones butt and got it started again immediately. I keep being told that I need a case manager and it never happens. I can't trust anyone to come through for Evan but me. I just wish the military (or their contracted health insurers) cared a little more about doing the right thing for their kids with problems. I'm always pushed off to the next person. I finally got a nurse manager to help me. So now we are good until we move to WA. In other words, I have to light another butt fire already in January. I wonder if they sell cases of lighter fluid at Sams Club...