The twins are 11 today.
Things have been going good. It has been amazing. I was basking in how wonderful it was that they were doing so well.
And then today showed up.
James was celebrating by raging for no apparent reason at all.
He did not eat breakfast. He did not get on the bus, and sadly, he did not run away, either. (That's kind of a sad joke, but it would have been easier had he gone for a run in the trees and calmed himself down). He just kept screaming and raging and spitting and smashing apples and beating on the door. I drove away for awhile, but he knew Vanessa and Christina were in the house, so it did no good. He was lock out to keep him from causing bodily harm.
So I had to call the school and they sent out Rhett to come and get him.
Strange how this stuff sucks the motivation out of me. I've done nothing since.
Missy loves her birthday. She wanted to take baby pictures to school today... All the baby pictures I have are the ones Children's Hospital gave me on a CD. If I had known a day earlier I could have gotten them printed. Instead she had to be content with a little book I made from when she was 6 and first came to live with us.
As for the birthday celebration... not sure where to go with it. My plans for baking a cake and all kind of fizzled. BUT they are twins. . . . she deserves her celebration even if he wants to sabotage his.