Posts tagged Pets
I can’t believe my sweet boys are growing up so fast! Nathan is already five years old and John is 9.5 months old! Nathan is talking so well now. Up until he started preschool, he was talking but not quite on the same level as other kids his age. Now he talks up a storm, asks really good questions (some of which I don’t even have the answers for!), and has even honed his negotiation skills. He is the most amazing big brother John could ever ask for. It’s really so wonderful to see him interact with and care for his brother. My heart swells with so much love when I see that, it sometimes feels as if it will just explode.
Nathan’s teacher is so impressed with his spot-on memory, and he has already surpassed his peers with his numbers, letters, colors, and shapes. He already knows them all and can count to 100 without any help. They’re working with him on his fine motor skills, and I must say he’s made tremendous progress and can now write not only his first name, but his middle and last name too! His social skills have advanced tremendously as well as has his eye contact and listening skills. I am so grateful for this school and the help they’ve given him. I thank the good Lord every single day for the opportunity He provided us to move to this city. Thank God my child didn’t fall through the cracks with his autism and sensory issues.
Sweet John is trying so very hard to crawl. He can get up on all fours and rock back and forth, and he army crawls/scoots around all over the place. He’s pulling himself up and is >this close< to being able to pull himself up into a standing position on his own. He naps twice a day, which is glorious, and eats like a man. Seriously, that kid eats solid foods 4-5 times a day, 6-8 ounces at a time AND is still nursing. He had his nine-month check up, and he’s growing so big. He’s in the 90th percentile for height, the 45th for weight, and the 80th for head size. So he’s gonna be tall and thin like he rest of us. (Paul is 6’5, I’m 5’8, and Nathan was 42″ at his last checkup over the summer.)
And oh! Andrew the cat adores John. He hangs around him and apparently loves when John grabs and pulls his fur because he never runs away or growls, and is constantly licking him. He’s also stopped pooping as much outside of his litter box (knock on wood) since John’s started pulling his fur. Maybe he wanted more attention, who knows?
Life is good.
I was in the restroom for a couple minutes. Like three minutes max. I emerged to discover Nathan had gotten into the cats’ food. In that short span of time, he threw it everywhere. It was on the kitchen floor and on the kitchen table and even the countertops. He had even managed to throw it into the laundry room on top of both the washer and dryer. I followed the trail into the living room and lamented how it decorated the carpet, coffee table, and couch. It was ridiculous how much mayhem he did in such a short span of time.
I put him in time out.
When his time was up, I explained to him that I was very frustrated with him and rather unhappy with his little display of mischief. So he wrapped his arms around me, giving me a huge hug.
“There,” he said as he patted my back. “How does Mommy feel now? Happy? Yep, happy!”
Clever little boy, I tell ya.