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Two weeks ago and right before Christmas, we had a garage sale. Yes, it was the GOOD baby stuff that I have been holding onto for almost 4 years now. There's the crib, crib mattress, matching dresser, exercauser, high chair, bouncer, bebe pod, 3-stage seat, bilingual Elmo potty chair, potty seat, wipe warmer, Serta changing mat, changing pads, baby toys, baby clothes, blankets, baby monitors and just so many other BABY items that it became all too overwhelming to be out there! We were able to sell most of these things with the exception of the largest items. I was able to unload two huge Rubbermaid containers at one of those second-hand shops and I donated the items they wouldn't/couldn't accept. I still have a huge lot of shorts that I'll try to sell as a bundle as we inch closer to February. I have some of these items posted online and I was able to give some other things to our speech therapist's son. Over the years, I have given outfits (w/ tags on) intended for Naethyn to other people who were also expecting little baby boys. This made me feel good, I guess. What is one supposed to do with all of this stuff? I have been annoyed at seeing all of these things in and around the house. In light of the reversal situation, it just doesn't look good for us and at this point, it's doubtful that we'll attempt the IVF route. I'm okay. At least, that's what I tell myself. There is always going to be this missing piece that no amount of goodness will ever replace. Days leading up to Santa were hard. They have been ever since we gained an angel. Found out we were expecting another boy in mid-December that year. Dreaded timeline starts yet again. Again, all the while maintaining focus on these two other precious lives that we are so fortunate to have. Mr. T has been so relaxed these past two weeks. We're hearing more words and sentences, original thoughts, less echolalia and it's been wonderful! His anxiety is low right now, but I have been spending today interjecting reminders that we will be going to school tomorrow. He knows what that means and all that it entails. I hate it. It has to get better or I'm going to need a prescription or a giftcard to Bevmo! Seriously, preparing for another IEP mtg in another week here. He needs a 1:1 aide for the entire school day. I have so much more documention of December incidents where the teacher dropped the ball. At least it will be fun to listen to the excuses. Yes, I've become "that" parent and you know, I'm okay. If it gets my kid the appropriate help that he needs and is supposed be receiving, then I'm fine with "that" label. I took D with me to do some damage with some giftcards. I don't want him to think that he'll always get something when he goes out with mom though. That's a hard one. He got some shirts and some new shoes for the Spring semester. He's excited to wake up to his Star Wars alarm clock. D got Darth and T has Yoda! Well, another year of hopefully new and good things. We were pretty productive last year with services and training. Now, we just need to finalize a bit more in that area and work smarter, not harder. Heading into another RIF situation, so the idea of returning to full-time teaching in another District is on the horizon. We'll see . . . Here is a pic of the boys in their new pajamas waiting for Santa:) Happy New Year everyone!