Nov
2
Welcome to Tuesday. And I am buzzing with excitement right now. Seriously. I am jazzed. I have, like, ENERGY and stuff.
Okay, I wouldn’t go THAT far. But it’s been a good day. It’s a beautiful, crisp, clear fall day, and it has made all the difference in my outlook.
- OMG STOP THE PRESSES MY KID ATE REAL FOOD. Yes, today, with her Occupational Therapist sitting there, That Baby made a liar out of me, and ate REAL FOOD. Chunks of squash, pieces of carrot, chunks of banana… WITH HER HANDS. And a FORK. I was shocked, and then I was giddy. Seriously GIDDY with excitement. You have no idea what this means — we have been waiting EIGHTEEN MONTHS for her to pick up a piece of veg or fruit or meat or whatever, and put it in her mouth, and chew it up. EIGHTEEN FRICKING MONTHS. I know, it was because she had an audience who laughed and encouraged her and, most importantly, WAS NOT US. She was showing off for Monica the wonder OT. But I don’t care. I am GIDDY. My kid ate FOOD. It was just… HUGE. And I know she probably won’t do it tonight at dinner, but I don’t care. She DID IT. She CAN do it.
- I was so giddy and excited after today’s session with the OT, I got on the phone and called her manager. I wanted to let her manager know, as well as the manager of our dietitian Jessica, how good an experience it was to work with them, and what a positive difference they have made for us. People have no problem complaining to managers about staff or service or whatever, but no one ever calls and says, “You know what? You have really good people working for you, and I just wanted you to know.” But BDH and I believe in not just complaining, but letting people know when they’ve done a good job. So that’s what I wanted to do. Monica and Jessica have made a difference in our lives, and I wanted their bosses to know how much I appreciate it.
- I have started a 30-day exercise challenge for myself, starting yesterday, the first of the month. I’m doing a month of 30 minutes of exercise per day. In the past, BDH and I did 100-day challenges, pushing each other to exercise for 100 days straight, and it worked really well. But, this year, with injuries and illnesses and busy schedules and the like, we really haven’t done anything like that. And I need to. So yesterday morning, 6 am, I got up and got on the recumbent bike and pedalled while I surfed the interwebs. Aside from the whole getting up early thing, WHICH OMG SUCKS SO HARD, it has been tolerable. I used to exercise in the afternoon, but now that Stinkerbelle is busy almost every morning, two showers a day would not have worked for me. So, the big challenge now for me will be to keep it going by myself — BDH has always been there to push me into doing each day, knowing he was, too. Now that I’m doing it alone, we’ll see how hard it becomes.
- I smell like scorched popcorn. You remember that smell, when you used to have to make popcorn on the stove, popping kernels in a pot of oil (and constantly swish swish swishing it so it wouldn’t burn), and then all of a sudden there would be that UUUUUHHHRGH smell when you know it was just a bit TOO long? That is how I smell. Hair, t-shirt, everything. This morning, I was rushing to get dinner on and in the crock pot before we left for the Little Gym. I’m making gumbo, and this requires a roux, which, if you are unfamiliar with the term, is flour cooked in hot oil until it gets dark brown. Which will, in the long run, thicken up my gumbo and give it lovely flavour, but in the short term, tends to smoke like OMFG while you are making it. So I whipped up (HAH! “Whipped up”, my ass. It takes 15 minutes!) the roux before we went to the gym. And then, as we were running around, I was all “WHAT! IS! THAT! SMELL!!!” Until I realized, “Oh yeah. Is me.” So not only will we be eating Cajun food, but I am a bit Cajun myself today.
- My child has become a parrot. She is repeating repeating repeating EVERYTHING these days, in her enthusiasm to speak. It’s SO much fun. Not the clearest speech, and sometimes way off, but she tries, and it is adorable. So, AS YOU WELL KNOW, I have been known to be somewhat of a Potty Mouth. I tend to use cuss words in my speech like some people use adjectives. So I know, I JUST KNOW, that one of these days my kid is going to repeat what I say. I KNOW THIS. But I forget, and blurt, and then BDH is all OMG WOULD YOU JUST ZIP IT WHAT ARE YOU SAYING DON’T YOU KNOW SHE IS SITTING RIGHT THERE. So I am really TRYING to curb it, and find myself cussing at other drivers or whatever and then quickly trying to cover up with stuff like “BADGER! FARTING BADGER! THAT MAN IS A FARTING BADGER AND A VERY! BAD! DRIVER!!!11!!!eleventyone!!11!!” Which, I know, is totally NOT going to work, and one day my child will pipe up from the back seat and say “Mom, YOU know and I know that what you said was…” And then? I will be very embarrassed. And probably stifling some giggles. I can’t lie.
