hmmm...
Something I have discovered tonight is that men are completely unreliable. For that matter so are women. Humans as a whole are completely unreliable. It is our most devine flaw in our gift of free will. That it is impossible for us to be perfect causes us to be so uncomfortable with the fact that we cannot begin to fathom why it is we were given free will in the first place. Isn't it wonderful that we are all different and can have different thoughts and different roads to travel that lead us to those thoughts. Our most amazing blessing and curse rolled into one: free will.
Locked up
I am so sick of being sick. It seems like I haven't been to small group in ages, much less been around any of my friends in any sort of enivironment conducive to conversation (since you can't really chat in zumba). I crave fellowship. I have been locked in my own little box, granted for causes outside of my control for the most part, for so long that I really need some time with friends. I feel imprisoned.
Sqaushed Digits and Mucal Floods
Yesterday RC had just picked up the little lady to take her to the kitchen for dinner. She was sitting behind some chairs that we have in the living room, we have all of the kid's toys stashed behind them. There is a small walking space between the two chairs and RC did not see, but the mini-man was on the ground right between the two chairs. When RC took his first step to head out of the bottle neck, he stepped right on the little man's hand. Much crying ensued. His finger was swollen and beginning to have a slightly purple tinge to it within minutes. After a while past he was acting pretty normal, just being very tender with that finger. Like if he had to pick something up he wouldn't grip it with that finger, he just sort of held it out. He wasn't whining overly-much and he was bending it in instances where he didn't have to grip something tightly, like his blanket. I gave him some tylenol last night, and this morning we went to the doctor's office. She checked him out and decided that with how swollen and purple it was it should be x-rayed. So after playing with a very cool toy in the imaging waiting room, we went back to a room with lots of big machines and my baby boy had his first x-ray. The result: not broken, just nicely squashed.
In other news: We are sick again. X-man, sweet Phoe and myself all have small irritating colds. The only reason I say that the little lady's is small is because she is small. Her cold seems to be an affliction of mass proprtions trying to break out of her body in floods of goo from her nose, eyes and mouth. She didn't even take a nap today because when she would lay down she just couldn't breathe. We ended up taking a ride to get her to sleep tonight, and then she woke up about forty-five minutes after I laid her down because she couldn't find her pacifier (or poppy as her big brother likes to call it).
Speaking of my little man, he had a speech assessment on Wednesday last. I am supposed to recieve a call early this week to set up an appointment to review the findings from the testing. I am so anxious about this. He has gotten much better at talking lately, so much so that I am afraid he won't be able to get into speech therapy. I would be so happy if I could let him go at his pace to learn things, but the school boards of America simply won't allow that. And if he stays at the rate he is going there is no way he would understand school as a whole by the time he is supposed to start according to school board rules. And you know how cruel other children can be to someone who is held back. I am having trouble with the thing as a whole. But again, the whole issue is probably my fault since I am not a particularly talkative person.
Advancing languages
Today I was peeling an apple to give to the mini-man and he said to me this exact phrase- "Oh come on, momma, hurry up". WHAT!? He chuckled at his cleverness and I was absolutely flabbergasted. This little person who has only just figured out talking in pseudo-sentences and he already knows sarcasm? Well, I suppose that would be my fault (ya think?). He also said crap for the first time. Again, my fault. I suppose I should leave off those words if I don't want to hear them. Tomorrow he has an appointment with a speech therapist (great, my kid is only three and already headed to therapy). I am so excited. I am really hoping that we can get him (free county school board provided) speech therapy and help to actually be able to communicate better with the kids his age.
The bug ran rampant
It seems there has been a bit of a bug running around the community lately. A tummy bug that involves puking and pooping. The little man and lady both experienced it over this past weekend, my zumba instructor also got it, and Amy's kiddos came down with it as well. Now it appears it may have been passed along to my nephew. I have been watching him for the last two weeks. X-man had a pukey day this past Monday and the previous Monday, after going through the first one I didn't take CBS the following day for fear of X going through it again the next day. But when he went he had a second pukey Monday, I had an agenda, and whenever that happens, I make it work. I didn't particularly think about the fact that the little lady's bug manifested in a different manner than the little man's, so I didn't really think about having my sister not bring him while P went through it or the second time that X did. He isn't quite acting the way that P and X did. P was pooing overly much, and X was barfing. But my man only did it for one full day, and the lady did it for three full days. Now my nephew has been doing it off and on for several days. With X he just couldn't keep anything down all day. And with P she just couldn't make solid poo for three days straight. But with CBS it has been very sporadic puking. And I lost my train of thought...
Growing up
The little lady took a couple of steps two nights ago. The little man is talking more and more. RC is reading for the pleasure of reading. Just a few developmental milestones I wanted to post about.
And I have a cold. But that doesn't have anything to do with growing up. I just have a miserably full head.
Imperfect
I have been thinking alot about the human condition. You know... the whole being imperfect thing. I wish I had been journaling it as I have been thinking, but I didn't. Fascinating, really.
