Cough, Cough

I swear I'll come back and post pictures. I came down with a cold last Monday, which rapidly progressed to ear and throat infections, and despite the antibiotic I can't seem to shake this. Peanut got the cold too, but is not as sick. Big Daddy had one too, but is also almost healthy again. I missed a day and a half of work, the first week of my new position--that's how sick I was. I actually missed another day too, but so did everybody, as we had a snowstorm hit that day so everybody stayed home. I was home alone with Peanut (Big Daddy in Minneapolis, and the weather too bad to drive across town to my mom's), and I forced her to watch TV because I just couldn't keep up with her (did I mention she is really getting around on that scooter?) Yes, I was so sick that I was pleading with her to watch The Heffalump Movie one more time instead of getting up and coloring with her. Again, that's why I titled the blog the way I did.

The good news about Peanut is that she has tested out of speech therapy! She will get another visit in a month, and then either monthly or less often. Her vocabulary is actually advanced for her age, and her pronunciation has improved to the point where she can be understood almost half the time, which is par for the course at this age. When we started last summer, she said about four words, though she had several signs. Now, she sings Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star. She's so cool.


If you're the praying type, you might want to say one for the people of Guinsaugon, in the Phillipines. It's just unfathomable what has happened to them.

2!

Peanut is TWO years old today. She had a birthday party with her friends at the Children's Museum. I was having trouble with posting earlier, when I had the time to do it, so for now I just have a moment to note the day. Pictures will follow soon, I hope...

If It Was My Fault, She'd Be Mispronouncing "Truck"

The word is "clock", Peanut. C-L-ock.

The Importance Of Careful Diction

Your mispronunciations are usually very cute, Peanut. Like when you say "Okee" for Okay. But the word Peacock has *two* syllables, not one. Please try and remember that. Especially in public.

I'm Late, Again

My job seems to involve a lot of people yelling at me. I don't mean this figuratively, either. I am speaking of full-out screaming, pounding on furniture, and slamming doors. It didn't use to involve quite so much of this, perhaps because I was able to stay patient with people who were wrong for a while longer than I am now. I do my very best not to say or even imply, "You are a lying moron, and I have proof of this", but apparently I am not able to hide it as well as I used to. Either that, or I have had a remarkable run of luck dealing with complete loons, which is entirely possible, given my former nickname of "Freak-Magnet". Although the yelling today was not actually directed at me, in the act of demonstrating what she would say to the person she was angry at if that person was present, the woman still spent fifteen minutes shouting so hard and pounding the desk she broke out in a sweat. And why are asses always involved in these things? Skanky-ass (me), skinny-ass (certainly not me, but instead the other target, whose ass is on vacation with the rest of her)? You don't see me bringing up the size or relative quality of their asses, though believe-you-me, there is something to be said.

As a result, I am in need of a little love. Something besides the collection notices to keep my morale up enough to dig out the least wrinkled clothes out of the laundry and face the office anew. I am talking about National De-Lurking Week.



As the post title implies, I am late to this event, but I have an excuse, as I was busy being told I was a skanky ho by a woman with a cocker spaniel. Though truthfully, I have been on-time twice since Peanut was born. Still, better late than never. Just one small sentence will make my day, I promise you. And if you've posted before, don't feel as if you aren't welcome. I don't know what sort of love my mother withheld from me as a child that I need to get my self-esteem from people who live in my computer (kidding, Mom), but it does help. In return, I promise that I will make serious time to return emails, respond to comments, and comment on other blogs this weekend.

And if that isn't enough reward for you, you can take your skanky ass back under the rock you came out from.