Talking Up a Storm ...

I was at Girl's Night Out tonight and took Ellie. We were having a jewelry party so it was fine for her to go. One of the moms who was there has a grown son and he and his nine-week-old infant son stopped by (his wife was there) and she was trying to remember how much her son weighed at the same age. She said, "I'm old and I just can't remember back that far."

And it hit me.

That's why I feel the urgency to write in the blog, why I need to keep a record of all the mundane things that go on in Josh and Ellie's life. The weights, the milestones, the funny stories. Because one day, God willing, I will be that mom of a grown son and daughter, trying to remember how much they weighed and what they said and did. Josh got scrapbooks. Ellie and Josh now have a blog. I wish I had a blog back when Josh was a little bitty one. At least there is now.

Ellie, by the way, has gained a pound and a half over the last few weeks, topping her out at 24.5 pounds. She came home at 12.4 pounds, so at almost two years after coming home, she has doubled her weight. She's eating up a storm lately, trying everything she can. At the party tonight she had some pizza, kiwi, apples and chicken salad.

And she is talking up a storm. She is talking in complete sentences, loves to talk on the telephone to anyone who will talk/listen, makes friends quickly and is a social bug. Her ability to say things has just blossomed over the last month or so and she will try to say any word you ask her to.

She had a bit of regression in her sleeping earlier this week when she started preschool. However, after going every day this week, she has passed out each night of sheer exhaustion. She regularly sleeps somewhere between 10-11 hours every night.

Josh is doing well in middle school. He seems to like his team and his teachers -- or he is just being closed mouthed about it. His football team starts their official season tomorrow afternoon at the opening jamboree. I can't believe this is our last year with this team. Seems like just yesterday he started playing football -- when he was 6. Don't blink moms and dads. You think it won't happen to you, but it will. I know that in about six years, he will be leaving to go to college. I can't begin to think about it. The amount of changes our family is in for over the next several years is huge and I just can't wrap my head around it some days.