I think I can definitively say that I’ve spent more on the Peanut’s wardrobe for the past two years than I did on my own for the past decade. Baby clothes are adorable… toddler clothes are so cute… and he lets me put him in whatever I want. It’s a problem, particularly when there are sales.
Fortunately he doesn’t really like the mall, so I have to speed through and probably end up saving a bundle, lol.
We had the first appointment with the Peanut’s coordinator for Early Intervention today. The Peanut swept her off her feet with giggles, smiles and constantly walking up and saying “hi!”
His plan is to see her twice a month, the feeding specialist once a month and go to a group activity once a week – for now. That might change depending on the progress. It seems odd to me that we’re only going to see the feeding person once a month – but apparently most of her time spent will be working with us and not the Peanut. We’ll have homework.
On one hand, this is what we’ve been waiting for; on the other hand, I need more to do like I need a hole in the head.
After 12 years at a major bank, my sister and her entire department have been laid off. She’s understandably pissed and hurt, but also looking forward to a change. They gave her eight months of severance (which is awesome), but it only starts after she stays there for 60 more days. 60 days of doing, according to her, nothing.
She’s been organizing her personal email, reading books and being cranked. It’s odd to me that they’d make her continue working for two months – especially when they really don’t have that much for her to do – and it’s irritating to her. She has to drive/train almost an hour every day to sit in an office and read a book. Boo.
On the plus side, she now is on iChat all the time, so the Peanut and I can harass her. 🙂 It’s the little things!
I came back from up north with little, red, blister-type bumps on my right index finger. There are probably 10-15 in all, very small and slightly itchy. I’ve been trying to figure out if I touched a weird plant or maybe a weird bug, but nothing comes to mind – and searching for “itchy red bumps on hand” on Google turns up some incredibly odd results.
One result was poison ivy, so then I looked up images of poison ivy.
Whatever you do, do not look up pictures of poison ivy in Google. You will be scarred.
The Chop and I decided earlier this year that April would be the ideal time to start trying for a second baby. We have family trips in August and October and the rest of the family is coming out for Christmas so we can all drive to my parent’s new place. If we started trying in April, we’d have a few months to get pregnant, then I’d only be moderately pregnant in August and October, and able to go north for Christmas without concern of going into labor.
Except we forgot that we get pregnant extremely easily… as in freakishly easily.
Baby number two is on it’s way. I’m not sure how far along I am, but I’m guessing about five weeks. Which means we managed to get pregnant in two. What. the. hell.
We stopped again for poutine on the way home — and then picked up lobsters to have for dinner. We have a problem.
My parents new house is located right on a lake.
The Peanut thinks it’s fantastic.
The Peanut decided he was uninterested in sleeping last night… between roughly 12-330 he was up and down, fussing, wanting to snuggle and wanting to kick us out of our bed. The Sister and I, after around four hours of sleep, ran on fumes all day.
We went to a fantastic place for dinner though and after we were done, I took the Peanut outside to run up and down the sidewalk while they paid the check and finished their drinks. A man walked by and said, “hey cutiepie” and smiled at us. I told the Peanut to say “hi” and “thank you”… and the guy informed me he was talking to me. I smiled and said thanks and moved away down the sidewalk, texting my sister to tell them to hurry up.
I was recounting this to her in the car and my dad said, “this is why you need to be packing!” To which I responded, “so I can shoot a guy for giving me a compliment? seriously?”
Texas was the originator of the stand your ground law – shoot first, don’t ask questions later. 😛
The Sister and I drove the Peanut up to visit our parents this weekend, the first trip of many, and he did amazingly well during the four hour drive. We stopped at our favorite restaurant (poutine!) along the way, which worked out well as he loved the fries and our choice of table, and ended the day with a dip in the hotel pool. (Shocker, he LOVES the pool, lol.)
Today was zoo and tapas day. The Peanut and the Sister were a fantastic time. 🙂
Other things may change us, but we start and end with the family.
Anthony Brandt