I use the term "throwing" my kids not literally. In my head I want to literally throw them. But I don't. Just so you know.
MT loves the job. And for some reason that's making a big difference for me. During school he would often have to meet deadlines and stay in late working on projects or papers that he dreaded. It always bummed me out. Now that he's doing something he loves, learning, and making great connections I feel less mad when he's gone late. Maybe it's just because it's a new situation. Maybe 6 months down the road it'll be much harder when he's gone so much. Or maybe it's because it's Disney. If he was working for some other company I may be less inclined to let them work my husband for so long. Maybe... but for now, its feelin good.
JH has started kindergarten and karate and is almost 6. He's learning to read. He loves karate and it's helping him grow mentally and physically. It's so fun to watch him. I don't have him all the way figured out yet. Sometimes, he is outgoing, talkative, and excited about everything. Other times he's quite, reserved, and nervous about those around him. I'm sure it's just him figuring out who he is but I wish he could always be confident in who he is and his abilities. He often gets caught up in being the best or winning and all I want is for him to know how great I think he is.
KE is her own woman. We enrolled her in a dance class to give her something to look forward to with all the changes. She LOVES it. She spends most of her days dressing up as a ballerina, making beds and carriages for babies, and watching netflix. Not really my cup of tea but she's strong, opinionated, and likes food so we've got that to bond over. I'm hoping maybe she'll try out karate or soccer when the time comes. She is kind, thoughtful, and so creative. I can't wait to see what she becomes. I've got her figured out though. All you have to do is compliment her and she'll do what you want... I'll need to alter her thinking at some point... but I'm too tired right now. There's too much going on. Maybe next month.
SR is officially running for baby of the family (not that he needs to). The first 10 months of his life I spent most of my time explaining to people that he is the BEST baby ever. I've had two other kids so I know. But ever since he learned how to walk... I don't know how to finish this sentence. I think he wants to kill me. He is always running, throwing, jumping, ripping, hitting, retaliating, breaking, falling, smashing, screaming, crying, yelling, tackling, pushing, kicking, destroying... and I feel like I could go on but you get the point. It's exhausting. "Bippo" for hippo. "ouse" for micky mouse. "gulp gulp" for milk. "BeeBee" for blanket. "Are ers" for Star Wars. He's also in the learning words phase so he wants to be understood but how am I supposed to know that grunting means he wants to watch Zootopia. How am I supposed to know that "meer" means come here right now or I might lose my mind! And even as I write the longest paragraph in this post about the difficulty of raising this kid... I can still say he is the sweetest kid I've ever met. He often tries to feed his toys food. He's my snuggle kid (and my other kids would hardly touch me at this age). He runs to me if he get scared. He smiles the most genuine smile to anyone he meets. Waves to the garbage trucks that are constantly going up our street (seriously, it's like, every day). I just love him so much. I just also really want him to learn English and to stop giving me an ulcer.
I don't know how to write the paragraph about me. I'm tired. I'm happy. I love our new apartment. It's old and squeaky and small but it's where I spend my days. I've got the walls filled with pictures of fun times. I signed up with the YMCA because they'll watch my kids for 2 hours while I work out. I never work out for 2 hours but the thought of being able to is nice. I'm trying to lose 3 babies worth of weight. Starting with drinking more water, working out 5 days a week, eating smaller portions, and not eating past 8pm. It's been a week... and I weigh the same. So, that's going super great. I guess I feel better though... so that's good, right? right? I need to find me here in Burbank. At Stanford I had volleyball, part time jobs, and lots of friends. I'll find me... it just might take a minute.
We have Disneyland. And really, it is amazing to be able to go there. We're finding the gems. We're learning about the real detail that goes into the Disney name. I feel happy when we are there... so we go often.