Hi, I'm Chelsea and I've gotten over myself. Really I've just managed to find my motivation again. For work, going to the gym, and now for writing here. The last few weeks have been full of some stress for me and the family, but it seems some of it has eased and some of it has resurfaced. Ebb and flow, I suppose. But the way we deal with challenges ultimately makes us the people that we are. And while I can pout and wallow and sleep instead of working out, I really don't want to choose that life. So here we are!
As I mentioned before, James and Logan had their 3 year and 6 month check ups. James was 33 lbs and 38 3/4 inches tall. Logan was almost 18 lbs (2 ounces shy) and 26.5 inches! They are some big boys, James was in the 80th percentile for height and 60th for weight, since he's constantly moving. And Logan was in the 75th percentile for both height and weight. I love their doctor and tolerate his nurse. Logan also received another round of shots, which had no effect on his whatsoever. When James used to get shots, he'd be grumpy and sleep a ton and fuss. Logan has an "ehhh, whatever" kind of attitude. I'm lucky to have two pretty laid back children.
Part of the stress and worry that I was facing was due to Logan's genetic testing. I carry a faulty gene that can lead to Becker muscular dystrophy in boys. My brother and cousin are affected by it. While its a fairly mild form of MD, I was still worried and felt that because James is not affected that Logan would obviously have it. But he doesn't. His testing came back totally normal, there is no deletion on his DMD gene. When Adam and I listened to the voice mail and heard the good news, we both looked at each other and vowed no more children. Rolling the dice twice was enough and I cannot imagine the stress I would feel, worrying about passing my bad gene onto a third child.
Daycare was closed last week, Rhonda was on vacation and the boys were home for 9 long days. The days actually weren't that long and Adam took care of them most of the time. We were lucky that Jackie was able to stay with them on Tuesday and Thursday was a holiday for everyone. I remember last summer thinking that I couldn't wait for Rhonda to be open again, but this year it wasn't as bad. We stuck to our schedule and everyone came out alive.
Three is an interesting age. James is smart enough to know what he wants and remembers enough to call you out if you don't follow through on something. He knows how to use the potty and clean up afterwards, but won't tell you he needs to go. He throws a tantrum like a champ and cuddles like a sweetheart just moments later. His sense of humor is ridiculous and he feels some jealousy over the baby at times. For instance, last night I was feeding Logan and James walked over and put his head on my leg. Logan finished up his bottle and James asked to sit with me. I asked him if it was okay if Logan sat with us too. James said, "No, put Logan on the floor." So I set Logan down with some toys and James climbed up and snuggled me tightly. Then he looked up and said "I lub you." I told him I loved him too and he smiled and we sat together for a few minutes. He's pretty cute.