This is a blog to keep up with our crazy life. Emilia Grace is a little spitfire....seriously. The Dr. calls her "spirited." She is all sass. Every day is an adventure of some sort, so this is a great way to share it.
Some of you have heard this story already, because I tell everyone that will listen, but for those of you that haven't heard it, here goes.....my child is bilingual. She speaks Spanish...and is pretty fluent in it. To my surprise. When she went for her 15 month appt, back in September, I had talked to the Dr. about her losing her words...I was a little worried...and he told me not to worry until she turned 2. That seemed a bit long for me, but after asking around and researching, I was going to go with it. He tells me "I don't think she is autistic, she interacts with you and has normal reactions to me, so I don't think that she is autistic. We may need to test her hearing if she hasn't gotten any more words by her next appt." Okay, so you can imagine my shock and dismay after that appt. Anyway, I will make a long story shorter....jump ahead 2 months, to now, and I was telling her sitter that she would no longer be coming to daycare....yadda, yadda... and Emilia says something and Magda say "si," and some other words that I couldn't understand because they were in Spanish...and I looked at her and asked if Emilia had said something in Spanish and lo and behold....I found out my child speaks Spanish. All this time that I had thought she was jibbering, she was actually jibbering and speaking to me in Spanish. Let me preface, I AM NOT BILINGUAL! I found out that she 4-5 phrases that she speaks fluently, and can count to three and knows her sitters name and her name. Good for her, but since Spanish isn't spoken in our house, I would very much like for her first language to be English. English, please! So, I say I don't know whether to be proud or pissed off...I think I am a little of both. However, Emilia's English words are starting to flourish, so that is good. Her new favorite word is "bubbles." It's too cute.
Hi there! Emilia and I had a pretty good day today. We met a friend, Vickie, and one of her girls, Abby, for a little shopping and lunch today. Emilia started off being quiet and shy, then she let those colors shine through at lunch....tossing crayons, banging toys....it's what kids do, I guess. She is sneaky though....I started noticing a pattern....down goes a crayon, I bend over to pick it up and I see a tiny hand leaving my plate. WHAT! French fry thief. I have a french fry thief on my hands. This happened several times....and I fell for it EVERY time. Holy Trinity Episcopal Church was having a Holiday Bazaar, so we went to that and then had lunch at Harry's...yum! Once we walked back to our cars, I let Emilia out of the stroller, aka lockdown, and she and Abby had the best time. Abby is 4 and was very nice to Emilia, I think they will be fast friends. More playdates will be planned, for sure. It was so good catching up with Vickie and watching the kids play. Even if all Emilia did was run around and sit in the dirt. Sometimes, those are the best times.
I have been waiting for this day for a while. I knew it was coming, it was just a matter of time. Two nights ago....I went fishing in the bathtub....fishing for doody balls. This was only the second time that Emilia has pooped in the bathtub, the first being her very first bath. That was like a little poo rocket that shot from her nether regions and in a split second it was gone. That one was fine. This one was a little more adult like. Of course I wasn't bothered by it, but I forgot and left the washcloth, that I fished them out with, on the sink....Ricky says to me....what is on the wash cloth, it looks like shit....I followed with....well, honey, it is. He was a little grossed out by that.
The story goes like this: it was a normal bathtime, like every other day, except after the actual bath, during playtime, Emilia developed some pretty fowl gas. It got a little more regular, so that really should have been my first clue to take her out and put her on our new baby potty, but no, I let her play. I was amazed that she was stacking her duckies on the top of the baby bath bottle...what skill...then all of a sudden one hand goes on the wall, one hand grabs my shirt, and 2 grunts later out comes a doody ball, a nugget, if you will.....whew, okay it was just one....then, one more grunt and here comes 4 more. Sheesh! She felt MUCH better after that. She started to take a step back and it was like slo mo....nnnnnooooooooo, don't step on the doody ball........so I quickly fished them out with the wash cloth....just in time. Hopefully, no more fishing for me!
Hi there! Well, I figured that this would be the best way to keep up to date with our family and Miss Sass, herself. I hope to be able to keep up with this so everyone can stay up-to-date and entertained. She does do some pretty funny stuff. Stay tuned, more to come.