Mama! I saw the doctor, and she asked about my poop! Can you believe that?
That’s what Kyrie said to me when she got home from her two year old well child checkup.
And you said she was your friend, and so I went in there without any boo-boo’s, but I came out with a boo-boo!
We finally got her well child visit completed, and our little sassy pants is finally 22 pounds at 25 months!
That’s just fine if you consider she is still growing, or if you have our palliative care doctor who says just to use the WHO chart for her. How funny is that?
Her oxygen was 89 at the doctor today.
We have more sleep and swallow studies coming up, oxygen while she sleeps (but we need to buy a new concentrator and I don’t know how to pull that off), oxygen for physical therapy and as needed, and we just continue one day at a time. Her epiglottis still isn’t right, and she will have to have pflap surgery when she is four… but we are talking about that, about if she is four.
In the meantime, I got up at 3am this morning to work on a new parenting consultant website unrolling soon! There will be free printables and free videos, plus links to all the books as they come out, plus courses people can take if they want help… as well as starting to do individual coaching and consulting for families. It’s going to be so fun! I can add content whenever I am able while the children are sleeping or I am at conferences, record some of the conferences, and just let it grow on its own over time.
We also have the first volume of my Book of Mormon commentary edited, and it should be released as an ebook in the next week or two!
Making Marriage, our book for engaged and newly married couples, is about halfway finished and we can work on it more again now that Nathan finished his opera and two musicals that had summer deadlines.
Mary has settled in, and Anber is doing better than ever. Kirk is doing great, and Barrett is almost settled. Alex is still struggling with the transition and acting out with regressive behaviors, but we expected that and are just trying to be consistent and direct with him while we ride his wave of autism anxiety until he knows everything is still okay.
Breathing a little better, all of us, even while we know scary days still come… but we have learned enough not to take any of good days for granted. They are everything.