With William, I've mainly focused on the bible, reading, writing, and math here the past week or so. We'll be moving soon, and after that is done, and we're settled in, things will be much better. He's been doing better with math, I'm happy to report. He may very well end up being good at math like Nathan. It's just taking a bit to click.
We're in the book of Job now, in the bible. I love the book of Job, personally. It's good to read at least annually, I think. Well, as Will was talking about one of his newest "friends" named Frog (no he's not a frog; that's just his name), he said that he was very rich and that I ought to see all the things Frog has in his house. "He's just like that guy Job!" William exclaimed (the day after we'd started Job). Frog must make quite a bit of money. Will says that he pours concrete for people. Well, I surely had no idea that you could get rich doing that. He's very busy, though, according to William. He DOES keep the sabbath, though, he said.
We've started watching the Planet Earth and Blue Planet series again. I think Will is getting more out of it this time.
He begs me to tell him made-up stories each night at his and Trusten's bedtime. Sometimes I just don't have a story in me and say so, and so that's why he begs. :-) Anyway, there are some characters that I discuss on a regular basis, but I sometimes make up different stories about different characters. Now, if you ask me, I do NOT tell good fictional stories. Growing up, I always wrote stories and aspired to be a fictional novelist, but as an adult, I know that I am a terrible fictional writer (instead I write nonfiction). Will insists that I tell good stories, so I guess I'm good enough for him. A few nights ago I started a story series about a panda named Penny who lives in the China wilderness and loves eating bamboo. Well, here recently I've wanted to do some self-educating on pandas. I've always loved them (and so has Will). Well, Penny is pregnant, and so Will asked how long it will take before Penny has her baby. I don't know how long pandas gestate. There was also something else that came up that I wasn't sure about. So, I just told Will we'd be studying and learning about pandas together. I plan to do that this week. Then, I can continue the Penny Panda saga. (My longest ongoing story series and Will's favorite revolves around a grasshopper named Randolph and his friends--a ladybug named Linda, three main ant characters, Chuck the duck, and some others. Randolph just got married and returned from his honeymoon with his new wife Sasha).
I told Nathan last night that Trusten will end up being a chemist when he is an adult (that could good or bad). I was kind of joking, as I was basing that on his continued pouring out his water in his food or on anything and then playing in it. Well, I won't even get into all of what he seemingly likes to play with. He's so messy. I'm so looking forward to spring for MANY reasons. And just one of those is so Trusten can spend more time outside and with water. It would make his day, every day, if I took him outside with some containers of water and some water guns so that he can play with water to his heart's content. Maybe that would sate his desire of water-pouring. Will has been more patient with Trust lately and has been teaching him how to do certain things. He's been making up plenty of games to keep them busy lately. I remember I used to make up plenty of games for my younger sister and myself to play together.
I've learned of a link between an Omega-3 deficiency and apnea/hypopnea and also that stress will deplete Omega-3s. I've been overcoming a sudden worsening in my central apnea/hypopnea, and it was affecting my heart--irregular heartbeat, slight angina. It was pretty scary. I felt like I was dying. Well, I'm doing much better. I figured out the problem on my own. I at first wondered whether it had to do with my being so underweight (I'd lost 8-10 pounds more than the range I usually stay at, which itself is thin), but I soon realized that my being underweight was partly a symptom of being fat deficient (fat overall and not JUST Omega-2) and a symptom of not eating enough period. Anyway, I've hardly had any problems with the apnea and heart symptoms for a couple of weeks--just a little here and there. I was already knowledgable about apnea, Omega-3s, etc. (and even talked about both in a book I published), but I didn't initially realize that was my problem. I'm still nursing Trusten, and he is a very picky eater. Wow, I'm so glad that I'm doing much better. I'm also pregnant now, so I'm glad I figured out what my ordeal was. I'm also trying harder to gain my pounds back during this first trimester to make up for being so underweight. Yeah, I knew how crazy thinking my being undeweight was the root of my problem, since there are people close to starvation who aren't dead yet, and I thought I was going to end up having a heart attack. Well, it's like the back of my hemp milk cartons say, that Omega-3s put the beat in our heart. I'm going to go see a Dr. Tara Hickman in Fayetteville, a naturopathic doctor. Trusten and I are both going to go. The greatest thing is that her primary focus is on children with ASDs (austism spectrum disorders) and ADHD. GREAT! I'm not sure how much Trusten's issues are due to genetics and how much are due to my poisoning him during pregnancy and through breastmilk (his urine and feces continually smelled strongly metallic for the longest and still do sometimes). I feel awful, as I've probably unloaded about all the toxic metals I've had left into his poor little body, b/c of all the weight loss I've had. :-( So, besides needing more Omega 3 (and mainly b/c I'm nursing him, and he probably requires a LOT of it b/c of his toxicity level, b/c I have taken in Omega 3s every day, even when I was having the issues...just obviously not enough), I'm doing great, but my poor Trusten is not. He has all sorts of issues, so I've decided on hiring some professional help, as I do not want to try lining him out physically by myself.
Well, that's it for now.
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