Last night I made that Cheesy Tavern Soup. Well, the recipe sounded divine! But the results? Not so much. I found it to be edible, and Hubs took one sip and said, "Gah! What's in this??" Needless to say, the soup that was remaining this morning (aka nearly all of it) was fed to the garbage disposal. I was pretty bummed about it, but Hubs reminded me that failure was all part of the spirit of exploration, and that it was inevitable that I would make something that wasn't as good as it sounded. He's right. He usually is. Damn, I hate that! lol
This afternoon we're headed to the girl's first Early Intervention appointment to learn more about their speech delay. Yesterday it really hit me how difficult things were getting to be to parent children who can't communicate with us. I know all parents experience some of that in the 2 year old age set. There's obviously a lot of frustration on both sides when a child is pre-speech. Lately there have been so many times when one (or both) girl (s) will throw a tantrum simply because I don't understand what they want or need. I'm pretty good at judging when they're hungry or tired, but anything else and I feel like I'm talking to a space alien.
Hubs is really not looking forward to the appointment. He's convinced that the whole thing will be about our failure as parents. He's sure that it'll just be one thing after another of things we should be doing, and of course the obvious conclusion that we should have been doing these things all along. Hubs tends to be frustrated with how long a 15 minute Dr. appointment can take, so I really hope he can just chill out and relax for what should be a 2 hour appointment.
Pray for us. Honestly, I think the girls will probably have a lot of fun (playing with other people's toys is ALWAYS fun). But it's us as parents that I'm a bit concerned about. Will they tell us that we've been slacking for the last 21 months? Will the improvements that they suggest work? Will Hubs go stark raving mad at the 45 minute mark?
I'll keep ya posted.