too stinkin' cute
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
I win
I've taken control of the backyard- no more fleas. Now we just have the skeeters, but at least we can play outside again. Whee!Godspeed, Wing
Wing, a character often seen at Jazzfest recently passed away.An article about him at the Times-Picayune
And a photo I snapped a couple years ago:
Monday, June 16, 2008
tra la la
On and on life goes, no?Seems like we've got a zillion things going on, none of them interesting or unique. Unfortunately for you, I'm going to detail them anyway. Hee.
Darrah is getting big. She's huge. And doing things. She rolled over from tummy to back a few weeks ago while we were at Noel's therapy appointment (so we have witnesses that are credible, duh) but hasn't really done it more since.
For the past month or so, I've been saying 'if I didn't know better, I'd say she's teething'. Of course, I know better, because teeth, while totally unpredictable, would be unusual this early. Right. So, she's teething. She's got those little translucent marks on her teensy little gums.
Noel is great, too. He's had a transient face rash that we couldn't figure out. I just knew it was food related, but no matter how hard I tried, couldn't track the damn thing. So, after about a year of this on again, off again red cheek nonsense, we think we have it licked- it appears to be tomatoes. I feel like a total wank of a parent, to have skipped right over tomatoes in our year long revolving door of what we were or weren't feeding Noel.
I think Thursday should be entertaining- it's our annual evaluation for early intervention. Our new EI coordinator has managed to piss off our therapists already, and we'll all (slp, pt, me, noel, and coordinator) going to meet on Thursday. Essentially, our therapists have been asked to do the coordinator's job for her, in advance of the meeting. They did what was asked, but not without saying something about it. We'll see how it goes, although I feel like it might be tense.
On the bright side, according to the assessment, Noel is doing very well with our therapists. He's lagging in gross motor more than anything else, but across the board, we're looking at approximately 18-22 months for his development. Verbal and gross motor are well below that... but hey, who's counting? If IQ testing is dicey for your typical person, these assessments are just as subjective (in my opinion, for specifics, but good for generalities). But it's nice to see, anyway.
And let's see, what else?
Oh, our neighbor has infested our yard with fleas, and the worst area is Noel's play area. The one part of the yard where our dogs DON'T go, so we didn't do it. The fleas, though, aren't bound by flimsy fences, so they're quickly expanding their territory. So far, inside is ok, but outside is horrible. Our guys have topical spot ons, so we're not looking at a huge flea war on all fronts, but it's still a problem.
And fleas are SO hard to get rid of.
And Noel can't play in his sandbox, which royally pisses me off.
And it's raining every day here (because it's summer, and that's what happens), so anything I spray washes away within a very short amount of time.
And I try really, really hard to go with the least toxic thing, but at this point, I'm just short of nuking the entire area.
See? The days are long, the weeks are short.
Monday, June 02, 2008
Ah-choo!
That's how it started, you know. Sneezing.We had a sitter for the husband's birthday Saturday, so we were going out with friends, and Noel had a few sneezes. No big deal. I knew that the next morning was going to hurt, too; my tolerance for adult beverages has waned considerably since my bartending days, although I seem to forget that when I'm drinking them.
So when I woke up, foggy headed, splitting headache in the dark because Noel's hot little body registered as 'too hot', I knew it was going to be a bad day.
There was a runny nose, the fever, and an unexpected trip to the cleaners with our comforter. Last night brought us the seal-bark cough.
Today he's still camped out on our bed watching way too much tv. I made chicken soup yesterday, and we'll probably have it for lunch again today. If I can convince him to take a few bites it'll be a success. I've been sneaking pumped breastmilk into his sippy- it's better than nothing, right?
Amazingly, it's really just a cold. It kind of feels like the plague.
