Grant talks in his sleep, and has been having lots of bad dreams.  Last night he woke up crying a lot, saying things like, "I can't get it up there!", "I need help!", "Where are you Mommy?", etc.  The other day he said, "Sorry Madeleine" and a few other things like, "I'm not done using it!" and "That's mine!"  It's pretty easy to see what the things are that stress him out. 

He's been talking so much lately, too.  He loves to copy everything I say, pretty much as I'm saying it.  He copies Madeleine all the time too.  But he says his own stuff, too, like yesterday when Madeleine ran her bike into the curb and hurt her leg a little.  Grant came over and loudly exclaimed, "you're making me nervous!"  Last week, Haley and Tegan's uncle was visiting, and we saw him from our window, and Grant asked, "Is he friendly?"  I said we could go over and see, and he was suddenly really scared and wanted me to go and do it by myself.  He does get a bit more scared about things.  And when he goes to sleep he wants the bathroom door and the closet door in the bedroom closed.  I remember that I had to have all my doors closed, too.  I remember being scared of what could be in the closet.  I think Grant might be the same way.  He's certainly adamant that those doors be closed.

6-24-12

I’ve been playing too much Zombies this week.  I wanted to figure out a low-maintenance strategy for Survival Endless, and it was a fun puzzle, and I never really figured it out.  It always seemed like I almost had it, but then I didn’t.  The problem also is that it takes a long time to play that game, to get through all the flags.  It wasn’t easy to quickly change things and try again. 

But now I feel bad, because I have a lot of other things I should be doing instead.  Like blogging.  For example.  Organizing and throwing out a lot of stuff.  Writing my article.  Writing other things… I have lots of requests for written things.  Write about my kids – they’re growing up!

We ordered bunk beds yesterday.  I guess those kids really are growing up. 

And see, now I was going to write about them, but it just seems like it would take so long.  Hmmm.  That never used to be my problem.  Well, let’s see.  We took Madeleine to the doctor for a checkup and asked about how she has to go to the bathroom so much.  So we went to the lab for a blood test and urine test.  She was so scared about the blood test, and when it happened I did have to hold her still, but she did a pretty good job, too.  And then I took her to Starbucks (we walked across the street) and she got apple juice and pumpkin bread, and we had a nice time.  She was very lovey dovey and thankful and sweet (after the fact) – beforehand I had to carry her screaming to the car. 

Madeleine wants me to build a ball chute now – so I’ll try to come and write more later.