I believe the fleeting of time is a recurring theme in most of my posts. Too much has happened to write or type it all down, and I feel that I'm somehow failing the future that I don't record more. If I'm blessed enough to have lineage that would actually love to read and experience what I have, I need to have more for them to read. Who knows if the information superhighway will be existent in the decades to come or if the journals I have written get tossed away or burned up??? Then nothing will be left but my actual legacy, the memories I've given my children, family and friends. You are given just the perfect amount of time here to accomplish what God wants you to. I always am left lacking. That there is MORE I should be doing, EVEN when I'm doing alot!
Perhaps the most stressful thing of the last month in my life has been Mark's struggles with walking. Initially he was "diagnosed", and I use this term loosely, because in this case diagnosed meaning an absentee neurologist and my dad reading MRI results, sighting a blurb about MS. From that, and the outward signs pointing to it, Mark had been inadvertenly determined to have it. Since, he has been spewing with optimism over 2 consecutive visits with neurologists, whom happen to be consumate professionals, that have told him it is not MS or a neurological disorder at all. One told him to drop the cane and walk!
Since his early recognition of something wrong, and hobbling around with a cane, he swam over 18 miles in my parents pool NIGHT and DAY! He is my Tebow. He has always inspired me to do better, especially when I couldn't figure out a way to. He has always strived to better himself and overcome odds. Go against the grain. Be different. Rise above. His attitude has helped everyone cope with this shocking turn of events in his (and our) lives. He has a follow up with the local doctor on Monday to move forward towards an accurate diagnosis.
MEANWHILE, my babies, who aren't babies much anymore, continue to sprout up, outgrow shoes and burst the seams on their pants. Although Harper is still attached to her "suckie" and Pierce still whines like he did from Day 1, they are becoming less and less dependent on us 24-7. Which at times is a relief and others, makes you actually whimper and hold on to them tighter to stop them from growing and leaving their infant years behind. We were actually reviewing Pierce and Harper's pictures from their births until now in search of Pierce's VPK Graduation picture.
We went to the Audobon Elementary orientation last week and he is excited about his new school, as he reminds me everytime we pass it on the way to VPK and work. I can't wait for him to experience the new challenge of being a student and curious how he will handle the new world of knowledge being presented to him. Very exciting times in his life. Recently he has begun to pedal bikes! Something he hadn't even considered to do his first 5 years! I was seriously worried as I remember biking to be one of my first real escapades beyond the confines of my home and out into the wild adventure of paths through the fields and other kids' blocks. One day to the bike racks at school or even to his part time job down the road, but that is still a bit down the road.
Harper is 2 and my spoiled little princess, she scuttles around making muffled demands behind her pacifier. She throws tantrums ala Pierce and eats us out of house and home, one bite out of a full apple or banana at time, while the rest of it wilts on the table the rest of the day. She loves Team Umizoomi after My Little Pony just dominated the TV for months. She gets into EVERYTHING and is much more physically capable at this age then Pierce was. Climbing, pedaling, coloring, dismantling and meddling, hah hah. She even had an early interest in sitting on the potty which has kind of subsided lately and still has that ridiculous sucky. I tell her she is so beautiful and that I can understand her without it, but I don't think she knows what I'm saying to her yet. 
