A word about baby gates: Not only are they effective at keeping new little crawlers off the stairs and out of harms way, they are also a dream at locking angry two year olds downstairs while the mother hides out upstairs. See what I'm saying?
Because sometimes I see the red eyes of this little boy in the picture, and I think that they are merely a picture taking phenomenon and other times -usually about twice a day- I think that a demon has taken over his body for a few minutes and rendered my sweet, loving child helpless in its demon grip. Like right after I took this picture and he screamed at me, "DON'T TAKE A PICTURE OF ME!!!" and Emma and I started laughing. He picked up a box of wooden train tracks and chucked it at her head, narrowly missing her eye and left a huge welt on her forehead...oh my.
Another reason I need to lock myself upstairs in some semblance of quiet is that Jonny has, once again, been away. This time for 7 weeks - he just got home a couple of nights ago but I fear NOT in time to save my sanity. It is gone. Done. I am a burned out mama. This is particularly concerning because Jonny will be spending a lengthy amount of time in the coming months in the worlds lovely middle eastern region. So after an almost complete mental/emotional breakdown I have decided to move BACK IN with my parents (how many times is this now? Four? Five? I forget). I think it will take some of the sting out of Jonny being gone for my kids and I will be so grateful for the help my parents offer. They are always so supportive of us and I don't know what I would do without them!
In other news, Miss Emma is sporting a new insulin pump. It is pretty snazzy! We inject a cannula (little plastic tube through which insulin is dispensed) into her wee rear end once every three days. She is attached to it night and day, but it helps calculate her insulin needs and she doesn't have to get shots anymore! Wahoo! I think it will improve her quality of life so much. It has been difficult to learn a whole new system for taking care of her, but so worth it!
I have had a couple of breakdowns when I see her wearing it, because it is something that is visibly different about her and something she has to work around a little bit, but that is getting easier for her every day. She has been thrilled to find that she can still do somersaults and jump on the love sac with it attached. And she loves to wear dresses so then she wears it under her dress and it is difficult to tell it's even there. So here's to better diabetes care and being one of those children that can't seem to move out of their parents' basement!
