Life has been a little overwhelming lately. We are settled and into a semi "routine", with naps, working, Joe working from home, dinners and bedtimes. We love the southern California sunshine with lots of trips to the parks and beaches. Being away for almost 6 years has really allowed me to appreciate the beauty around me. Going to the park might entail 30 minutes of prep before I go, and taking the kids to the beach can be quite a work out, but it's SO worth it. I want them to appreciate being OUTSIDE in the SUNSHINE.
Despite all the wonderful things we have, it has still been an adjustment finding my place back at home. I have reconnected with a few old friends, but I really miss the ones I left behind. We are having to adjust to the cost of living back in Southern California, which can be pretty stressful at times. "Couponing" is my new hobby. :) I know this transition will take time, and as time passes this new life will feel normal.
Yesterday, we got hit with a new twist in our everyday life. When I took Lincoln for his 15 month well check up, the doctor recommended I take him for a speech evaluation since he isn't saying any words. With him being my second- I wasn't even sure what the milestones were for a 15 month old... Funny how we mellow out with the second. His evaluation was yesterday, and I was really anxious about going. She asked me a bunch of questions- mostly about his language development and some about his motor skills. The bottom line- he is delayed. In some areas more than six months. The clinician recommended him for 2x week speech therapy. My first reaction is sadness, discouragement and questioning. I KNOW he will be fine, and I'm so glad that I live in a place where I can get him the help that he needs. But I'm still human. I'm still a Mom and I want the best for my kids. I don't want them to struggle. But I also know that's part of life and I need to let it go. So on to a new chapter...
