Life Goes on!

Summer is flying by. We have birthdays galore coming up. Brooke got up this morning and said, "2 MORE DAYS TIL MY BIRTHDAY!!!" Macy yells, "ME TOOO! AND WE WILL BOTH BE THIS MANY!" (4) I said, "why are you both 4?" They looked at each other and said, "I don't know." They are their own individual people. I am not even sure they know they are twins. Macy claims they can't be twins because she is bigger. A LONG time ago, like when Steve and I were dating, I told him I wanted 2 kids. That's all! No more! He said that he wanted 4. So we compromised on 3. Well, after our 3rd I really wanted 1 more. So, God gave us 2. Now that the twins are 4 years old (almost) I said to Steve, "just 1 more?" I got no comment, hehe. No concerns, we will not have anymore children. I wasn't completely serious :) My age is against me, along with a full house, van and schedule. My question is, how can you go from being very adament about having 2 children, to thinking that 5 children is not alot. I think when you are in the midst of chaos it just becomes normal. Speaking of children, I must relay my frustration with one of mine. Due to camping and having alot of children, Brooke missed 2 weeks of therapy. No concerns right? She's doing ok, not eating full meals but making progress. So I was excited to go to feeding clinic and tell them about her progress. We get there and she did head in without crying. She came out, because she had to go to the bathroom. Ok, we do that. Then the water works start! Crying, screaming, saying she "CAN'T", she "WON'T", etc etc. Macy and I watched through a window. The therapist was so patient with her and kind, in a very calming voice. Well, my blood was boiling and I was not a happy mama! The therapist comes out and says, "she did well, she ate 2 bites of applesauce, we just needs to catch up because we missed 2 weeks." Catch up my butt!!! So we get the van, I say nothing!! Brooke is trying to say things, I told her I was not interested in speaking to her now and nothing was said the whole way home. We got home and she said, "you're mad at me." Darn tootin I'm mad at you! I explained she is wasting our time. So it's lunchtime, she wants ice cream, I say, fine as soon as you eat a sandwich. So she eats it. 3/4 of a grilled cheese. Supper was a struggle but she did try the rice, at 8pm finally. It's a funny texture. Breakfast, she wanted french toast. And she ate 1/2 a piece of the french toast. So we go back to feeding clinic Friday. We'll see what she does. She is making progress, just doesn't want to show anyone I guess. Good thing these kids are cute :)