I can't believe it has been nine months since my last blog. I could have given birth in that amount of time. No worries though. I'm still a mommy of two.
Angel turned two and has begun his steady incline of taking over the world with his awesomeness. Yes, I know he is now only two and a half and I maybe a little biased but he is the coolest kid in the world after all.
Bella just celebrate her first year and has begun her steady incline of taking over the world with her gorgeousness. Yes, I know she's barely one and I maybe a little biased but she is the prettiest baby in the world after all.
Who will be the conquer? Well its hard to say but I'm pretty sure it'll be a tie. They do make an awesome team when they aren't trying to annoy each other.
When you've got a kid on the autism spectrum a lot of your life gets measured in therapies and the little milestones that may be easy to the neuro typical child are huge milestones for your ASD child because you know that maybe they had to work just a little bit harder to master something. At the same time when you're going through the first year of your baby's life you marvel at all the first she experiences and how amazed she is that she can do them for the first time.
For the last nine months my life has been measured in speech therapies, occupational and physical therapies, ABA therapies and falling more in love with how amazing and perfect my son is. He is smart, really smart. He has mastered his iPad and kills at Angry Birds while taking a break from watching documentaries on dinosaurs on Netflix. He is killer at matching, doing puzzles, anything cause and effect, and he will race you till your legs are jelly, you can't breathe, and you think your heart might stop. Then demand you run some more. The words are still few and far between but they are there. Just recently he has discovered the power in saying "Go!" And when going down the slide or running through the house that word has a lot of power. I see the struggle every day. He wants so bad for me to understand him and him to understand me and I think we do better than most because of our bond. But that moment I ask him to do something that takes him away from his preferred task I see the struggle. And I am here to help him through it till we find a way for him to understand the world and the world to understand him.
At the same time my last nine months have been measured in a whole different set of firsts. Bella has the wild personality. She is the center of the universe and not in that typical spoiled baby kind of way, but in the way that makes you smile and think she should be the center of it all. She will try anything and though now only pulls up and side walks she is this close to those illusive first steps. She absolutely adores her brother. In fact, I'm pretty sure she thinks he is a god. He can do no wrong and when he lets her into his world everything for her is perfect. She is loud and demanding and stubborn and never sleeps but she is also the most beautiful girl in the world. Though we already butt heads like mothers and daughters will do I wouldn't change her for the world.
I've also had my own personal struggles, some of which I am still battling through. I have had my good days and my bad just like anyone else. I'm deciding now that maybe it's time for a new beginning, a new and improved me. Stronger, braver, ready to take on the world kind of me. I'm hoping to share more of the journey with you. I hope that you'll tag along.
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