The kids are growing fast, literally. We just measured Keila again, and in 3 months time she's grown 2 inches. Isaac's grown 1 inch. He keeps telling me that since he's four, he needs to be at the number 4 (or 4 feet tall). I told him I must be seriously stunted because I am only just over 5 feet tall. He looked at me with his serious eyes and said with a little pat on the back, "That's okay Mama." Cute kid.
Isaac's back in preschool and loving it. He's so excited to learn and we've begun some reading lessons and I love to see his eyes light up when he knows he's read the word all on his own. I love the little growing Independence. For instance, I can send him to his room to get dressed and make his bed. Once or twice, when he's woken early on a Saturday, he'll get up and do it all on his own and come in to gently wake us and tell us how 'focused on task' he was and that we should be proud of him - and we are. He just recently had his first primary presentation and his part was memorized within minutes. He has an incredible memory and we were so proud to see him say his part and sing all the songs. You can tell he's a firstborn since during the presentation he gently correct his friend Noa and all his antics. It had us and several others in the congregation chuckling.
Keila loves attending the playroom when I aide at the preschool. She's developed an obsession with another little girl her age, Talia, and constantly asks for her. She's at that stage where you get a play by play of everything she's doing and every thought that passes through her mind. It's funny and a little eerie to hear her lecture her dolls, "Blue-blue, sit. Good girl, don't touch, hot, careful. Time to eat, veggie good for you..." Can't imagine where she got that from! Her favorite songs at bedtime are Popcorn Popping on the Apricot Tree and Ring Around the Rosie. The latter has her often spinning around the room endlessly while holding a stuffed animal. It's a wonder she hasn't thrown up yet. Unfortunately she's done napping (otherwise we are up at 5am) which is rather difficult on me right now. It seems too soon, how quickly they grow up.
As for me, the pregnancy has been difficult. I always knew I loved food, but never knew how much it meant to me until I experience all this nausea. There's only dread (instead of joy) at cooking, eating has become a chore and the worst of it all is knowing that in a half and hour I'll just want to curl up in a ball. I've tried everything, eating ginger, sipping ginger ale, using sea bands, etc. I've lost weight and Kent remarks he can physically see it on me. We just had another appointment with the doctor I was given Zofran to help out with it. The whole family was there for the appointment to hear the heartbeat and Isaac, out of everyone is the most thrilled with the growing development of the baby. He has a book he looks through to see the monthly changes in the baby. I'd read it to him and try and describe how big the baby was (for example, by now at 11 weeks, it's about the length of my thumb) but when we got to the ninth month, his eyes got big and with some apprehension he said, "But Mama, that's BIG! That's going to hurt when he comes out!" We all seem to think that this one is a boy, but we shall see in a few months.
This seems to be a common occurence in our household lately! Hopefully things will ease up in a few more weeks and I'll be back to blogging and my old self.
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