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So I know I’m a picture freak…I don’t often write unless I have pictures to share, but I sure do enjoy it.
There is not much that is exciting going on here. DS is doing very well. We lost a battle with the school district to bus him one block out of the zone for summer school.
I made many, many phone calls and even the child advocate was not encouraging. It was very frustrating, but I think that James will be fine. His speech has continued to improve. He is putting complete sentences together spontaneously. Up until about a month ago and 4+ word combinations were copies of phrases we said a lot. This morning he told DH “Dad I want to go to baseball game.” That sentence would never have happened a month ago. 
Of course DH immediately got online and looked up tickets. 
After some more conversation with DH we decided to stick to our plans of going to the state fair instead.
We had a very nice time, but it is in these situations that it becomes apparent to me that I am the primary and DH has a lot of practice to do in caring for James especially in a “difficult” situation. I know the tricks, the ins and outs. Walking in a crowd does not make me tense. DH is clearly out of place and stressed when DS starts freaking out. (This happens a lot when it is noisy and he doesn’t understand why we are moving from one destination to another.) It is so hard for me to remember that he just re-entered our lives and he does not have the benefit of always being with DS. DH is also a type A and doesn’t like to do anything “wrong.” I have to be so aware of not jumping in and taking over or criticizing all of DH’s decisions. *Deep Breath* I’ve got a four year head start, but it doesn’t lessen the frustration and the resentment over his residency-induced absence over those four years.
I am feeling great. I am starting to feel uncomfortable, but not bad. I have moved away from freaking out and have started getting excited to meet this little guy. We have decided on Emerson Jacob. We figure he could be Emerson, Emery or E.J. We’ll have to meet him to find out what we will call him. :babyboy:
Ignore the laundry in the background.
That was at 30 weeks
Work is also going well. It is difficult to be in and out of little chairs and up and down off of the ground all day long, but I really like the added responsibility of being an assistant director. I have also finally gotten my own classroom of 2 ½ year olds. I will only be in there for four weeks before maternity leave, but I am excited about the age group and the freedom to set things up the way I like them.
Along the lines of previous threads about how do you handle the question about what does your DH do, I am always dealing with a double whammy. I don’t know why it is, but it seems like in this work setting, where most of my co-workers have an associates degree at most, when they find out that I have my PhD it is like I have committed some sort of betrayal. Like by not disclosing that info, I have been lying all this time. The difficult part of this new position is that many of the other teachers have been sizing me up to see what I will do wrong. They have been watching, and commenting on my parenting choices. I often hear the difficulties DS has had through the day, but not always the good stuff unless I ask. (They do it to each other too, but since I am new and the assistant director I am in more of a fish bowl.) At any rate, the director let it out at a staff meeting that I have a PhD and the whole tone has changed. It has certainly distanced those that I had begun to build a rapport with. I know everyone is wondering why the hell I am working at a daycare. I just want to know what is so bad about using the skills I have to be closer to my children, while making the money my family desperately needs! I am terrified for the crowd to learn what DH does for a living. All they know is that he works at the VA and is not hourly. (Someone commented that he must be making a lot of money with the hours he works). What ever weirdness my degree causes in this situation, DH’s title often does irreparable damage.
When I complain about this I feel like Misha Barton complaining about how hard it is to be that beautiful , but I dread the day they all find out that he is a dawkter. I am starting to make plans to write something about class issues with this experience as a setting to illustrate how serious or class issues are in this country.
On that note...it has been wonderful for DH to only have back-up call. He's on for a full week at a time, but he almost never goes in. When he does it is always for surgery and that doesen't make him cranky. The next pictures hiking and at the beach are all on call days. We even took the same car
DH is still getting used to the gig. He still tends to be tense when he is on call in expectation that he will have to run at any minute, but he is starting to get the hang of it...slowly.
The beach was nice, but the lake gets sorta ripe in the summers...pretty stinky and a little toxic. There was a no swimming decree that day.
Of course on call means that sometimes we do things in scrubs
There is not much that is exciting going on here. DS is doing very well. We lost a battle with the school district to bus him one block out of the zone for summer school.
I made many, many phone calls and even the child advocate was not encouraging. It was very frustrating, but I think that James will be fine. His speech has continued to improve. He is putting complete sentences together spontaneously. Up until about a month ago and 4+ word combinations were copies of phrases we said a lot. This morning he told DH “Dad I want to go to baseball game.” That sentence would never have happened a month ago. Of course DH immediately got online and looked up tickets. After some more conversation with DH we decided to stick to our plans of going to the state fair instead.We had a very nice time, but it is in these situations that it becomes apparent to me that I am the primary and DH has a lot of practice to do in caring for James especially in a “difficult” situation. I know the tricks, the ins and outs. Walking in a crowd does not make me tense. DH is clearly out of place and stressed when DS starts freaking out. (This happens a lot when it is noisy and he doesn’t understand why we are moving from one destination to another.) It is so hard for me to remember that he just re-entered our lives and he does not have the benefit of always being with DS. DH is also a type A and doesn’t like to do anything “wrong.” I have to be so aware of not jumping in and taking over or criticizing all of DH’s decisions. *Deep Breath* I’ve got a four year head start, but it doesn’t lessen the frustration and the resentment over his residency-induced absence over those four years.
I am feeling great. I am starting to feel uncomfortable, but not bad. I have moved away from freaking out and have started getting excited to meet this little guy. We have decided on Emerson Jacob. We figure he could be Emerson, Emery or E.J. We’ll have to meet him to find out what we will call him. :babyboy:
Ignore the laundry in the background.
That was at 30 weeksWork is also going well. It is difficult to be in and out of little chairs and up and down off of the ground all day long, but I really like the added responsibility of being an assistant director. I have also finally gotten my own classroom of 2 ½ year olds. I will only be in there for four weeks before maternity leave, but I am excited about the age group and the freedom to set things up the way I like them.
Along the lines of previous threads about how do you handle the question about what does your DH do, I am always dealing with a double whammy. I don’t know why it is, but it seems like in this work setting, where most of my co-workers have an associates degree at most, when they find out that I have my PhD it is like I have committed some sort of betrayal. Like by not disclosing that info, I have been lying all this time. The difficult part of this new position is that many of the other teachers have been sizing me up to see what I will do wrong. They have been watching, and commenting on my parenting choices. I often hear the difficulties DS has had through the day, but not always the good stuff unless I ask. (They do it to each other too, but since I am new and the assistant director I am in more of a fish bowl.) At any rate, the director let it out at a staff meeting that I have a PhD and the whole tone has changed. It has certainly distanced those that I had begun to build a rapport with. I know everyone is wondering why the hell I am working at a daycare. I just want to know what is so bad about using the skills I have to be closer to my children, while making the money my family desperately needs! I am terrified for the crowd to learn what DH does for a living. All they know is that he works at the VA and is not hourly. (Someone commented that he must be making a lot of money with the hours he works). What ever weirdness my degree causes in this situation, DH’s title often does irreparable damage.
When I complain about this I feel like Misha Barton complaining about how hard it is to be that beautiful
, but I dread the day they all find out that he is a dawkter. I am starting to make plans to write something about class issues with this experience as a setting to illustrate how serious or class issues are in this country.On that note...it has been wonderful for DH to only have back-up call. He's on for a full week at a time, but he almost never goes in. When he does it is always for surgery and that doesen't make him cranky. The next pictures hiking and at the beach are all on call days. We even took the same car
DH is still getting used to the gig. He still tends to be tense when he is on call in expectation that he will have to run at any minute, but he is starting to get the hang of it...slowly.The beach was nice, but the lake gets sorta ripe in the summers...pretty stinky and a little toxic. There was a no swimming decree that day.
Of course on call means that sometimes we do things in scrubs
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