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| The girls are having ice cream cones with their cousin at grandma's house |
Here are the girls getting ready for prayer
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| Such a cute picture on a Saturday walk |
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| Still getting ready for prayer |
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| Just sitting around, eating apples |
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| Being goofy |
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| The speech therapist took this picture of Tille playing with her inflatable monkey |
The last few weeks have been super busy with work and church. I don’t think I mentioned this, but back in July I came to work on a Monday morning thinking everything
was normal. I was running the morning reports when my boss came into my office and said she’d been transferred to a different office and was moving to Connecticut that day. She had to leave right then to meet the movers at her house. And that was that.
I haven’t had a boss since then. Most of the time, it’s great. Really, really great. I literally report to nobody. But sometimes it’s not great. My boss was the plant controller, meaning head accountant. With her gone, I’ve had to take on several controller
roles. I’m not an accountant. I don’t want to be an accountant. In the MBA program, I had to take a few accounting classes and they were the worst. So boring. I memorized what I had to for the tests and forgot it all as soon as possible. I think I’m
just not a super detail-oriented person. I just don’t care that much. So when I have to do the controller tasks at work it’s never a good day. Add to that the fact that I’d only been here 3 months when my boss left, and most of my training consisted of
her telling me where a file was and telling me to get familiar with it, and it’s made for some kind of stressful situations. We just had quarter-end and I had to struggle my way through a bunch of reports that I: a. didn’t know existed before, b. knew existed
but had never done, or c. had been warning the higher ups for weeks that I didn’t know how to do and would need help, but didn’t get help. Anyway, it made for some long days. In the end, it all comes back to the fact that I don’t have a boss and it’s pretty
great. I can handle some long days.
Hattie and Tille are very gradually learning to talk. The speech therapist set a goal for them to learn 2 words a week. I don’t know that we’re meeting that goal, but they’re getting a little better. They’re definitely more willing to
try making sounds now. They’ll babble to us and each other all the time. And the few words they know are so cute. My favorite is when they say ‘more’. They have tiny quiet little voices, so they kind of just whisper “mooeah” and it’s the cutest thing ever.
They also say juice, please, mom, dad, buppa (grandpa), dog, hi, bye, no, ball, bubble, and a few others. Every now and then they’ll say each others’ names. Sometimes Tille will say ‘Hattie’, but it sounds like ‘YaYa’. So cute.
For as long as the girls can remember, for family prayer at night they’ve just cuddled in our laps while Matt or I prays. But a couple weeks ago Hattie started sitting on the window sill to pray. We’d say it’s time to pray, and she’d
run to the window and get situated. Now Tille does it too.
This last week the girls had their first time in nursery without Matt or me. We were so nervous how they would do. We talked to them a bunch throughout the week about how Mom and Dad were going to their own classes and couldn’t go to
nursery, but they’d have each other there. They always looked on the verge of tears when we brought it up. But they did pretty well. They cried for a few minutes at the beginning, then played really well, then got sad at snack time and cried for the last
few minutes. But overall, it was a success!
Yesterday I was playing with the girls and Hattie told me she was going potty. Both girls are really good at telling us when they’re going potty, but they never tell us before so we don’t make it to the toilet in time. So when they tell
us, we go and let them sit on the toilet and wipe and then just change their diapers. So yesterday when Hattie told me, we went to the bathroom, I dumped her poop in the toilet to show her that’s where the poop goes, she sat on the toilet for a minute, and
then she went back to playing. Then Tille wanted a turn. Now, I’m about to tell you more than you ever wanted to know and certainly more than Tille will ever want me to tell anybody about her. Sorry. Tille has a hard time pooping. She poops hard pellets
that look more like deer or bunny poop. Not always, but usually. We’ve tried all sorts of things, and sometimes it gets better, but its always comes back. Anyway, last night when it was Tille’s turn, I took off her diaper and put her on her Elmo potty (Hattie
will only sit on the big toilet, Tille will only sit on the Elmo toilet). She sat there for a few seconds and said she was done. When she stood up, there was a tiny pellet in the bowl! We had an actual poop in the potty! We had a huge celebration in the
bathroom with hugs and high fives, Matt came running in to congratulate Tille. It was all very grand. Tille had a huge smile every time we mentioned it to her. I hope this is the start to good things, rather than a one-time coincidence where the timing
lined up exactly right.
