Its a tissy thing.

Wyatt decided a couple months ago that he wanted to play golf.  This comes piggy back to my pestering him about trying a sport.  Im down. I know the kid doesn't like loud and busy. So golf seems perfect.
Class one. Great. Loves golf.
Class two.  So could care less.  He still likes the "golf" part.  Apparently they had played some game, who can putt the ball closest to the hole.  He said he was the only kid that putted too far.
after that, he was done.  Thats what Wyatt told me at least.
I talked to the instructor.  I said "So..... hows it goin"   The dude audibly sighed and said "I dont think he likes being here"  Long story short, the guy said that it doesn't appear that Wyatt is enjoying himself, further, Wyatt will talk during class, but apparently what he talks about has zero to do with what is being discussed- this apparently distracting the other kids.  It doesnt appear that Wyatt is paying attention or wants to be here.
I guess it doesn't surprise me... but....
I told the man, "Please believe me when I tell you that Wyatt is listening. He listens and comprehends what you are saying.  He wont give you eye contact and he'll talk out of context, but he hears you. He came home the first day and repeated and showed me everything you said."
Still... the man suggested that my husband and I shadow Wyatt during class "to see what he is talking about"
Dude..... I didn't think you were lying.  But shadowing ?  Thus singling out the  problem kid by having an in class babysitter?
Im embarrassed to say we havnet been to the last 2 classes- and Wyatt hasn't asked to go.

Im aware. That if I let Wyatt quit something every time it gets hard or he gets frustrated, Im doing him a disservice.  I know. I know. I know it.

But Im weak.

My bad

Christmas was good. It went by in a blink. Randy had to be back to work right after Christmas. On the plus side...it did snow here in craptastic Virginia Beach. Of course on Christmas night when it started to snow, Wyatt leaned his head out the window to touch it and got all twitterpated, said something like "Wow! I cant believe its actually snowing!" Which was then met with my ass-hat neighbor screaming "Shut Up!" at Wyatt. Merry Christmas asshole, enjoy life on the sexual predators list and your case of crotch mouth. I said as much (drunk as I was) and get nothing but smiles from the freak. Have I mentioned lately that I LOATHE THIS PLACE?

We had our usual silly string party for New Years. Was able to have it outside in the snow. Fun was had by all.

Preschool search.

I have been researching preschools. To my dismay, the cost is ridiculous. It will be about 300 a month for Emma to attend 4 days a week. Yes...a MONTH not a semester. I have a feeling I will be giving up my hopes to work to home school Pre-K. Don't get me wrong. We can pay for it.... at the expense of not being able to save a nickel the entire time shes in school. That is unacceptable to me. They cram so much in Kindergartners heads. Its appalling to me that Pre-K isn't offered by the school system. bleh.

Emma's speech continues to improve and grow. She is carrying on full understandable conversations now. Its great. The surgery was clearly a success.

Wyatt is doing OK in school. We have gotten to some tricky things. His autism. Never before has he had sensory issues. Now he is. He is making noises pretty consistently. Say he's bored with the lesson, or not interested, the noises will start up. Somewhat loud and obnoxious. He will make noises when he's content too, but they are more quiet and to himself. Its seems to be the way he's handling the energy he needs to get out. Hes progressing in school, not falling behind, but we need to work at it. Just have to keep him interested.

Randy will be gone for a month in a few weeks. He will deployed for the big one in the spring "sometime" I feel like I'm... prepared? I guess. Because during his training in San Diego then his stationing in Norfolk, we didn't see him for 7 months. Its going to be hell on the kids. On Randy too. He's been gone so much in the last year. The kids and I will most likely be spending part of the summer back home. Better to be home than baking like a fritter in the Virginia heat.

oh! Wyatt's obsession with when I'm dying vs. when he's going to die seemed to ease last night. We were looking at a height chart we are marking him on and it goes to 12th grade.

He asked me "Are you going to be alive when I'm a senior?"

"Yes" I told him. He perked right up and had a big smile on his face. It looked like a lifted a real weight off him by telling him that.

So I said, "I'm going to be there when you go through college, and find a wife and have kids..." He says "Then I get to watch my kids grow like you did me?"

"Yes" I said. And his relief was obvious.

So I wonder all this time he's been stressing about when I was going to die I've been unable to ease him about it in any way until last night.......Did he think I was going to knock off soon, or what?!