Jay gets the names of two boys in his class confused: Tyson and Jackson. When he played on the playground after school last week, he kept calling Tyson Jackson. When I corrected him, he responded:
"Well, I call him Jackson."
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Monday, September 14, 2009
Monday, June 02, 2008
A Big Thank You! (And a big sigh of relief!)
I am feeling much, much better—-almost “normal” in fact. I’m finally at the full doses of the medication, which I believe has made a huge difference. I don’t feel drugged; I just feel like myself again, which is very good feeling. I’m trying to be more aware of how I am doing, so I don’t get blindsided again, as well as trying to get on a regular schedule with sleep, meals, and exercise.
I’ve been overwhelmed by people’s responses to my depression. I’m so grateful to my parents (both sets of them) for driving or flying great distances to be here for us. I believe it would have taken much longer to recover without their support. They took over the household business and allowed me to rest and play with the boys when I felt up to it. And now, they have provided a sitter for the summer, which is absolutely the best thing anyone has ever done for me!
My friends also have been amazing in the care they have shown me—bringing suppers over, dropping by to say “hello,” calling often to see how I’m doing, and making plans for me to get out of the house. It’s hard to ask for help when feeling so bad, but they made it easy by just doing it. I can never thank them enough. I’m so grateful to have such wonderful friends.
Family and friends who live in other places have also been very supportive—from writing and calling to sending flowers. Despite great distances and not as much communication as we would like, I know we will always remain close and be there for each other.
I’m sure I’ll write more about this experience, but I’ll also get back to more cheerful things, like the boys who are as cute and wonderful as ever.
I’ve been overwhelmed by people’s responses to my depression. I’m so grateful to my parents (both sets of them) for driving or flying great distances to be here for us. I believe it would have taken much longer to recover without their support. They took over the household business and allowed me to rest and play with the boys when I felt up to it. And now, they have provided a sitter for the summer, which is absolutely the best thing anyone has ever done for me!
My friends also have been amazing in the care they have shown me—bringing suppers over, dropping by to say “hello,” calling often to see how I’m doing, and making plans for me to get out of the house. It’s hard to ask for help when feeling so bad, but they made it easy by just doing it. I can never thank them enough. I’m so grateful to have such wonderful friends.
Family and friends who live in other places have also been very supportive—from writing and calling to sending flowers. Despite great distances and not as much communication as we would like, I know we will always remain close and be there for each other.
I’m sure I’ll write more about this experience, but I’ll also get back to more cheerful things, like the boys who are as cute and wonderful as ever.
Friday, January 25, 2008
Smitten
Over the long weekend we enjoyed a visit from our friends Jason, Jen, and their 3-year-old daughter Abby. Cole loves visitors and he was a great host. During the house tour, he pointed out everything in excrutiating detail, spending the majority of time in the master bathroom (“This is the toilet, this is the toilet paper…”).
Abby was all girl, with twirly pink Barbie pajamas, princess high heels, and a lovely silk rose to carry. From the first hello, Cole was smitten. And, as a typical boy, he thought wrestling, pushing, and screaming were the best displays of affection. He also thought civil disobedience would impress and spent more time in time-out than any other weekend in his life, especially on the last day of their visit when I became so exasperated that I banished him to his bedroom. Poor Abby didn’t know what to think, although she soon warmed up to the nightly wrestlemania bouts and games of jumping off the furniture onto Rob.
Although we had loads of fun visiting the Children’s Museum and Aquarium, I had the best time watching the kids interact (Jay was the tag-along, third wheel as is his lot in life as the little brother). Abby sings constantly and at one point, Cole accompanied her on the xylophone. (Later, when I asked Cole what his favorite part of Abby’s visit was, he sighed dreamily, “Her singing. She sings lots of pretty songs.”) Another time, we found the two of them snuggled in Cole’s tent-bed reading books, then overheard Abby say, “C’mon Cole, let’s go lie in my bed.” It was hard not to flash forward a decade or so and imagine Cole sneaking little red-headed girls into his room.
The cats were a little less fond of our visitors since they brought their dog Reggie. Jetsie went on the offense and after two attacks, which left Reggie cowering in the corner, spent the weekend locked in our bedroom. At first Jay was scared of Reggie. His only experience with dogs has been with the neighbors’ yippie, jumpy, ADD chiuaua. I was very happy that by the end of the weekend, Jay was petting the dog. I imagine Reggie left our house very glad that Abby is a girl and an only child.
Abby was all girl, with twirly pink Barbie pajamas, princess high heels, and a lovely silk rose to carry. From the first hello, Cole was smitten. And, as a typical boy, he thought wrestling, pushing, and screaming were the best displays of affection. He also thought civil disobedience would impress and spent more time in time-out than any other weekend in his life, especially on the last day of their visit when I became so exasperated that I banished him to his bedroom. Poor Abby didn’t know what to think, although she soon warmed up to the nightly wrestlemania bouts and games of jumping off the furniture onto Rob.
Although we had loads of fun visiting the Children’s Museum and Aquarium, I had the best time watching the kids interact (Jay was the tag-along, third wheel as is his lot in life as the little brother). Abby sings constantly and at one point, Cole accompanied her on the xylophone. (Later, when I asked Cole what his favorite part of Abby’s visit was, he sighed dreamily, “Her singing. She sings lots of pretty songs.”) Another time, we found the two of them snuggled in Cole’s tent-bed reading books, then overheard Abby say, “C’mon Cole, let’s go lie in my bed.” It was hard not to flash forward a decade or so and imagine Cole sneaking little red-headed girls into his room.
The cats were a little less fond of our visitors since they brought their dog Reggie. Jetsie went on the offense and after two attacks, which left Reggie cowering in the corner, spent the weekend locked in our bedroom. At first Jay was scared of Reggie. His only experience with dogs has been with the neighbors’ yippie, jumpy, ADD chiuaua. I was very happy that by the end of the weekend, Jay was petting the dog. I imagine Reggie left our house very glad that Abby is a girl and an only child.
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