It's been awhile since I blogged. We have more than a decent amount of things going on, with Kieran's attitude sometimes one of them. He has frequently told me that I am not his mother (usually when I tell him he must brush his teeth or that he may not have cookies for dinner). I know it pisses Ken off to no end, though I am looking at it with amusement. I keep telling him that he is not able to change the fact that I am his mom and it's just so horrible that I want him to eat healthy/have clean teeth/go potty. This doesn't happen THAT often but it is occuring with frequency. Generally, he likes to assert his right to say no (though he also realizes he gets overruled). 9 times out of ten he is AMAZING and does what is asked of him. It's that tenth time that's the kicker.
Kieran started his next stage of swim lessons - he's graduated from the Pike classes at the Y and is now an Eel. He's not a fan of jumping in the water without help and doesn't like to get his ears wet (he had water on the ears awhile back) but he does love being in the water and swimming around. We've also signed him up for a local t-ball league and that starts April 2.
My belly continues to grow (much to my chagrin) and I've hit the stage where I really need to watch what I'm eating because I am hungry 24/7 most days. We'll see how bad my weight gain is when I go to the drs again at the end of this month. I started doing a baby voice for Kieran when he hugged and kissed my belly and said things like "I love you baby." He loved the baby voice so much that this morning he insisted that Ken hug and kiss my belly and then Kieran made a baby voice and said "I love you too daddy."
On the "life is never what you expect it" side of things...
My mom has been diagnosed with breast cancer. She found a lump and it was recently confirmed as cancer. She'll be starting Chemo in a week or so which will last for a few months before they figure out what type of operation she'll need. She was helping my grandmother on a weekly basis with bills, sorting mail, etc. and my brother and I will be taking that on so she can focus on herself. Unfortunately, because I'm knocked up it means I can't always come with her to help or be by her side, which is frustrating. On the upside she's got a great boyfriend who I know will likely move in to take care of her (even if she objects, I suspect) so I know she won't be alone.
I told Kieran this morning that Gma was sick, that she might be sick for awhile and that it might change how she looks (she might be skinnier and her hair might be different) but that it did not change the fact that Gma loved him lots. He said he understood. Ken wasn't sure if we should say anything to Kieran but his cousins know what's going on and I wouldn't want him to be shocked if we saw my mom and she looked drastically different. I also let him know that what Gma has he can't catch, like a cold. The only question he asked was "Why" when I told him that Gma was sick. I just said "Well, sometimes, it happens like that."
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