Release...

It was brought to my attention yesterday that I have blog fans, and reminded it's been a while since I've posted one.  That was pretty cool, I wasn't sure anyone would miss reading my random thoughts.  :)

I haven't had much to write about that is positive, and didn't think my fans would like to read my seemingly depressing thoughts, or think I'm trying to get pity, or whatever.  But my wise friend says typing these things out can be a good release. So... here it goes...

Custalow Corner, just the name seems to fit our life at the moment.  Living in a small condo can make us feel a bit cramped at times. The boys have a blast quite often tho, as our downstairs is good for racing, and chasing in a circle, with places to hide and jump out to scare the other person. Mainly Danny and I are the ones hiding and doing the scaring. hehe  I wish the economy didn't suck so bad, we can't sell, therefore we can't buy that house we want so badly to raise our kids in. We were just starting out in 2005, quite nieve when it came to the responsibility of picking a home to start our journey. I feel we got suckered into buying the condo, believing selling would be easy and we would be out before having any kids. Sigh...but here we are, 7 years later. I'm trying to trust that God has a purpose for us being stuck in this steadily shrinking lil home.

Noah still isn't using words to communicate with us. Altho we can figure out what he wants or needs most of the time, its not because of words, but cries, whines, and/or pointing. Thankfully, he is continuing to get better and better with his eating, and sleeps like a champ (most of the time).  So today, he had his last occupational therapy, and starting in 2 weeks, he will be getting weekly speech therapy again. If you recall in a blog written a couple months ago, the funding for early intervention ran out and his therapy was cut back to twice a month.  Noah will be getting a new speech therapist. One trained in speech apraxia. I really hope the new therapist will be able to help him.  If not, we will be turning to public schools for help as he approaches age 3.  I've been feeling a lil down about his lack of communication.  I'm down because I know I'm missing some adorable things a 2 year old comes up with. I've never heard "I love you" from him, never heard him call out "mommy".  He won't use sign language, and appears to be frustrated if I try to teach it to him. So the older he gets, and still unable to talk to us...it just feels harder to cope with.

And sticking on the track of communication, Eli is regressing in his speech. I knew he would regress once the school year ended and his therapy, and the constant positive influence of his classroom. Even though I knew it was coming, it still is no fun. He still has the capability of talking in complex sentences, but now a few times a day will decide to talk in baby babble, or just talk in echolalia. I can't think of the best way to explain echolalia, wikipedia can explain it the best probably.  We've had more behavior issues as we go thru this transition phase too.

Depressed or bored with this yet?  lol  I'm about done anyway. Even though the above things can suck, I do know we still have it good. We have our health, a tight family, and a solid foundation of faith and love. Key things a lot of families don't have these days.

Thanks for reading my blog. :)