First of all, I cancelled my http://runningonwordsblog.com domain. So for now, pretty please switch back to https://runningonwords.wordpress.com. The Kate Sullivan is helping me figure out a massively improved (and independently hosted) blog if I ever manage to pull my head out of my butt and deal with it. And by pull my head out of my butt, I mean start pulling down ye olde paycheck. But stay tuned, because she designed a hilarious header for me.
Speaking of work, I am losing my mind waiting for an e-mail from them. I recieved an e-mail saying said important e-mail would be delayed a day or two. Ugh, do we really need an e-mail saying to stay tuned for another e-mail? I had to drink coffee for my migraine, so I’m a little extra crawling out of my skin today. Also, the weather sucks monkey butt, which means I can’t walk to the dogs (the baby has a slight melting in the rain issue). We are all going a little berserk today.
Tuesdays are currently occupational therapy day in our house. Starting next week, Tuesdays become physical therapy day and OT has to get bumped Wednesdays, but only every other week. I don’t know if I’ve mentioned it, but keeping up on Charlotte’s medical stuff is a full time job. Our insurance company and the hospital are still jerking us around on bills and I have people at the house 1-3 days a week for various therapies. I am so happy to have the resources for her, though. We just found out that the county’s early intervention program will be paying for the high calorie milk fortifier we use and swimming lessons once she is 6 months old. That’s in addition to her PT, OT, and early intervention.
So far Charlotte appears to be caught up to her chronological age (5 months on Sunday) cognitively. Physically, on the other hand, she’s caught up to her adjusted age (2.5 months), but the disconnect means that she is starting to get frustrated. For example, she keeps trying to hold the bottle, but she’s too uncoordinated to do anything but knock it out of her mouth/our hands. She’s also still really tiny, so it’s questionable if she’s strong enough to do a lot of things.
Mentally, though, she’s with it and it’s fun. She interacts with us and all three therapists (OT, PT, and early intervention) swears she’s trying to talk. It mostly comes out wounding like WALL-E. Unfortunately, we haven’t been watching our language and my husband is trying to teach her to say “damn you, sharktopus,” so we may be in trouble because we all know she’ll only retain the first word in that sentence. And say it to his mother or something (my parents can’t get upset since my first words were “f#ck you”). I hereby promise to try to stop telling people to “suck my lady balls” in front of the baby.
Finally, Kara’s latest post reminded me of our constant housegold debate: who would win in a fight between a wolverine and a polar bear? I say wolverine, because it’d have the polar bear down at the kneecaps before the bear noticed, but both Kara and my husband say polar bear. Opinions? If we were to do winner takes on pissed off baboon in heat, who wins?
I’m not kidding, that is a regular argument in this house. And I’m still begging for a pet llama, but my husband says our yard is too small. My poor child is going to hate us because we think we are hilarious.