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I ALWAYS HAVE THE DAMN THOMAS THE TRAIN SONG STUCK IN MY HEAD. ARGH.

My son is obsessed with Thomas. We have like ten Thomases sitting around the livingroom, in all sizes.

He still isn’t talking. I am frustrated. It makes me worried though… what if someday he isn’t good at math? at English? Am I going to feel this frustrated then? What if he doesn’t do something right? Am I placing too high of expectations on my son? I don’t know. I don’t know what to do for him. I know he understands us… so why can’t he talk? Everyone told me that he would have a language explosion and all of that when their kids were two and wouldn’t talk. Well, my kid is two… where is the explosion?

I am not sure why I find it so frustrating. I guess I just want him to be “normal.” I feel terrible feeling this way, but I can’t help it, I guess. I just want him to have a happy life and fitting into society makes life easier. I worry a lot. I don’t want him to be too conformist, but I at least want him to be able to communicate with people.

He makes sounds and he used to know words, he’s just never really used words. He is even making new sounds every week. I know this is a sign of autism, but I’m 90% sure Cannon is not autistic.

He’s also not really napping anymore. 25 months seems a bit early to drop naps! Oh well.

Anyway.

The weekend was pretty good. We took the kids to a restaurant and it went surprisingly well. Cannon actually ate food and he didn’t get rowdy. Lorelei slept in my arms.
We went to an art fair after that, and it was pretty nice! I didn’t realize that I hadn’t been out of the house all week last week, so it was nice to get out. Sunday we watched football, and my team actually won. They kept saying the Chiefs were the last team that hadn’t won a game yet… so that’s embarrassing. At least it was, until we won.

I bought jeans yesterday at Target. They were buy one/get one 50% off. They are the “Denizens by Levi’s” and I really like them. I haven’t worn jeans in forever. They’re only one size up from the size I was wearing right before I got pregnant with Lorelei, so I’m happy about that. :) This working out thing is.. well, working out for me so far. Just gotta keep going.