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  • Thursday, May 31, 2007

    Unforgettable...

    One night, at 11:30 p.m., an older African American woman was standing on the side of an Alabama highway trying to endure a lashing rainstorm. Her car had broken down and she desperately needed a ride. Soaking wet, she decided to flag down the next car.

    A young white man stopped to help her, generally unheard of in those conflict-filled 60's. The man took her to safety, helped her get assistance and put her into a taxicab.

    She seemed to be in a big hurry, but wrote down his address and thanked him. Seven days went by! And a knock came on the man's door. To his surprise, a giant console color TV was delivered to his home. A special note was attached.

    It read:

    "Thank you so much for assisting me on the highway the other night. The rain drenched not only my clothes, but also my spirits. Then you came along. Because of you, I was able to make it to my dying husband's bedside just before he passed a way... God bless you for helping me and unselfishly serving others."

    Sincerely,

    Mrs. Nat King Cole.

    Wednesday, May 30, 2007

    Fed Up...

    How can nonstop tantrums reduce a mother to tears? That's easy...because they're nonstop. And they're about silly things. And it makes me want to tear my hair out. Or his. Jack's tantrums are making me absolutely nuts. If two-years-old is bad, how can three-years-old get any worse? Don't answer that. Just let me wallow in my pity party.

    And how do I go about making a baby walk? Livie refuses to walk independently, even though we know she can do it. She'd rather cruise or crawl. I guess it's more fun. It's making me batty, though. The last thing I want is for her to have to go to physical therapy where they'll do exactly what we do with her each day. I'm afraid that she'll go in for her 15-month checkup and the doctor will tell me she's "abnormal," much like he did with Jack and his not speaking two-word combinations at two-years-old; one week later, Jack was talking...without any therapy interventions at all. Next thing you know, we'll be referred for Early Intervention bullshit that won't get us anywhere. And just like all kids do, they'll develop in their own time. I guess that's why they call what doctors do, "practice;" they don't know shit, so they "practice" on their patients. They don't seem to calculate the fact that individuals have their own timetables.

    Yeah, speaking of EI, Jack's DT had scheduled the wrong date for his appointment. She'd made it for this past Sunday. Having the foresight to see it as a potential mistake on her part, I called her last Monday. She agreed that it was the wrong date and scheduled it for yesterday, instead (since Monday was a holiday).

    Did she show up? Hell no. She "forgot." Again. This is the third time we've had "scheduling problems" with his DT. And I'm pretty fed up with it. I know she has her own issues at home, however, this is her job. If I didn't show up for work three times, I'd get fired. Duh. Believe me, I'm contemplating firing her and stopping the whole Early Intervention bullshit.

    We have received no speech therapy services, despite my repeated calls to the coordinator. We're currently paying $150 a month for only occupational services, which he's received five times. That $150 should be covering speech, developmental, and occupational therapies, combined. So, I'm thinking of just going privately with the speech therapy and saying "fuck it" to the rest of it. By the time Jack gets all three therapies consistently, it's going to be time to exit him from the program. This is a load of crap.

    There's a lot on this Mama's plate. And I have some decisions to make.

    Okay. I'm done with my rant. You may resume your normal activities. Sigh...

    Tuesday, May 29, 2007

    Earning My Keep...

    Well, now that my fabulous student teacher is gone, I have to earn my keep again. However, there are only three weeks of school left.

    But who's counting? Heh...

    I am soooooo ready for summer vacation.

    Monday, May 28, 2007

    My Sweet Boy...

    This past Saturday morning, Hubby had put some cinnamon rolls in the oven and then hopped into the shower. I was giving Livie a bottle of milk when I noticed that Jack was being uncharacteristically quiet.

    I called for him and he didn't answer, nor did he come to me. Naturally, I became concerned. Livie was almost done with her bottle, so I just waited to see if he'd come to me or not. Well, he didn't. I searched high and low for the boy and couldn't find him. Where the hell could he have gone? Was he hiding and going poop? When I'd looked in the kitchen, I'd seen a toy on the counter. This toy happened to be right next to the cap for the cinnamon roll icing. I knew that wherever he was, so was the icing.

    I did happen to find the boy hiding next to his toy box, drinking the icing out of its container. Not only did he give me a great big smile, he also ran like hell because he knew I'd try to clean him up. Surprisingly, his hands were not sticky. His face, however, was a mess. This boy had been holding the tub of icing like a cup and he had been drinking the icing out of it, so his entire face was sticky. Consequently, half the icing was in his belly.

    Once the dog spotted him, Jack ran in an effort to get away from her persistent licks. It was either going to be me or the dog cleaning him up.
    I won.

    I couldn't be upset about it, though. When he smiled that big shit eatin' grin, all I could do was marvel at how smart he was in getting the icing and hiding from me because he knew it was wrong.

    I was more upset with the fact that I'd burned the cinnamon rolls. Had I not been searching for him, then chasing him around to clean him up, we would've had a kickass breakfast.

    That's okay. Dinner more than made up for it. We ate here and it was fabulous! We will have to do that again and not wait 22 months to do so!

    Sunday, May 27, 2007

    The Lost Dr. Seuss Poem...

    Click on the poem to enlarge it, if needed. Heh...

    Saturday, May 26, 2007

    Making Time...

    This was the last time I actually went on a date with my Hubby. I can't believe it's been that long. Yeah...go ahead. Take a look at the date on that post again. What the hell is wrong with us?

    Thankfully, my Mom is going to watch the babies so we can go out to dinner together...alone...without worrying about cutting up food into teeny tiny pieces. Or food being thrown at us at rocket speed. Or having to yell, "Clean up," to the dog so she can "vacuum" the floor. Heh...

    Hubby and I are a team...we were "us" long before we had kids. It's important to remember that and take time out for each other. I just can't believe it's taken so long to just go to dinner. It's not that we don't ever want to; we just don't do it and prefer to stay home with the kids, I guess. We love our babies, but we really need our own time, too.

    I'm so glad my Mom can help out. Our reservations at Gibson's are at 6pm, so Mom may have to put the babies to bed, depending on how long it takes us. Livie goes to sleep anywhere between 7-7:30pm; Jack goes to bed around 8pm. They're older now, so they won't be as fussy as they would've been six months ago.

    I'm excited and I already know what I'm going to eat. That's the organized, anal retentive planner in me, you know.

    And, no, don't get any ideas that there's going to be another addition to the Eatmisery home nine months from now, just because we went out for dinner tonight.

    Friday, May 25, 2007

    I Had Fun...

    My excursion yesterday was very nice. It was a long time coming. I actually had a great time. I ate well and had a couple of beers and great conversations.

    I should do it more often. Of course, now that the school year is almost over, it's fitting that I should have this much fun NOW. In a few weeks, I won't see these people again until September.

    It's a shame. I wish I'd done more of this sooner. But, alas, couldashouldawoulda. I had fun. That's all that counts. And I'm much better for it.

    The babies were uber-glad to see me and they went to sleep nicely when I put them down. I wonder if they even realized I'd gone out. Hmmm...

    All I know is that when Mommy's happy, everyone benefits. Am I right?

    Thursday, May 24, 2007

    Mommy's Going Out...

    Today, after work, a few of us are going out for burgers and beer. I can honestly say it's been several years since I've done this with colleagues. My fabulous student teacher's last day is this Friday, so I wanted to take her out. My MIL will watch the babies until I get home because Hubby's working late and won't be home until after 10pm.

    So, I'm really looking forward to some outside-of-work adult conversation in an atmosphere I am sooooo not used to. I could use a little "me" time. Heh...

    Of course, I'll get home around dinnertime and be able to put the kids to bed, so I won't be able to stay out all night. I have a feeling that this Mama isn't going to talk about anything else other than the babies.

    I guess this is how you know you're really a Mother. You wait years to go out with friends, and then when you do, all you talk about are your children. I'm guessing I'm going to miss the babies a lot, even if it's only for a short while.

    Sigh...

    Wednesday, May 23, 2007

    Great Day For UP...

    I was asking Jack which books he wanted to read before he went to bed and he said, "Up," while pointing to a book called Great Day for UP. However, he calls it "Shut Up."

    Now that he's talking up a storm these days, I have a list of some of his favorite phrases and/or words:

    *Don't touch light. (and then he touches it, of course)
    *Don't touch cords. (to Livie when she's near any)
    *Don't touch hot stove.
    *Zebra, zebra, zebra (his favorite animal, for now)
    *DustBuster (he likes to pretend he's cleaning)
    *Oh, no! No, no, no!
    *Moo, moo go a cow. Peep, peep go Thomas (from his Thomas the Train books)
    *Hello (he says it the same way I do and pretends to talk on the phone)
    *All gone
    *No more
    *I said, "No."
    *Cold hands (he said that to me when I had taken him out of his crib one morning, and yes, my hands were cold; now he won't stop telling me I have cold hands, even when I don't)
    *I see a car. (while looking out the window)
    *Choo-choo train
    *No screeching. (he says that after he lets out an eardrum piercing screech)
    *A tree (we have five large red maples around our house; he also calls broccoli "trees")
    *Up and down
    *Feed Sissy (he says that when he helps me give Livie her bottle)
    *Don't touch garbage.
    *Go to park
    *Be quiet.
    *Go lay down! ( to the dog)
    *Love YOU!
    *Sit down.
    *No down (meaning that wants to get down, but knows I won't let him)
    *Back and forth
    *Peanut toast (that's what he calls peanut butter toast)
    *Go poo. Go pee. (no need to explain those)
    *Okay, okay, okay, alright, alright. (he says that when he wants to be alone so he can go poop)
    *On and off (in reference to lights, TV, or virtually anything with an on/off switch
    *Eat food. Go eat food. (he says this to the dog at dinnertime)
    *Eat French toast/cookie/cracker, etc. (and inserts any other food item when asking for something to eat)

    His voice is music to my ears. He literally doesn't stop talking now. And his singing is in perfect tune. My boy learns so much each day. I can't even imagine what life will be like in a year. So much has happened in just two months. He went from saying only a few words to being able to truly communicate his wants and needs. All of this happened without speech therapy, which we still haven't received even though EI said he should get it. Bureaucracy is a bitch.

    I really think I just had a late-talker and nothing more. He regressed when Livie was born and has since come out of his shell with gusto. Yeah, he has some sensory issues, but they're very, very mild. Once he gets into a social group, he's going to blossom even more.

    I am a very lucky Mama.

    Tuesday, May 22, 2007

    Pleased...

    Thanks to Irene, I have some good news. I am going to be a contributing writer at the Chicago Moms Blog. Irene gave me a heads-up on the info and I spoke to the Director of Development and Marketing for the blog today. She likes me and she likes this blog, so I've been added.

    My biggest challenge at the moment? I have to write my bio and send a picture. Yeesh. I don't even know where to begin! I've got a picture in mind, but the bio is going to really make me think.

    So, from time to time, you'll be able to see more of Eatmisery over at Chicago Moms Blog. I love a good challenge!

    Monday, May 21, 2007

    A Race...


    Upon reading this graph, I'm wondering why the Asian-American population has decreased. It looks to me like they're either having less children or they're moving away. The Caucasian (I don't like the fact that they called it "White" since no one is really absent of color) population has also decreased, but I think it's because the races are blending and more people are considered multi-racial. I, myself, am bi-racial (three nationalities; two Caucasian and one Southeast Asian: Polish, German, and Filipino), as are my children (who are German, Norwegian, English, Irish, Polish, and Filipino). I'm thinking that, over time, the world will become just one race and people will gradually lose track of how many nationalities they are. That's really the only way racism will cease to exist...if everyone is one race.

    What do you make of this graph?

    Sunday, May 20, 2007

    Caring For Mom...

    Melissa tagged me with this meme. If you're so inclined, play along and let me know so I can read your post.

    Preamble: Set aside some time during which you can relax and reflect. Sit in a comfortable spot. Try not to think too much about your answers - let them come from the core part of yourself. Once you've answered those questions you'll have a better idea of what you need to thrive. Ask yourself:

    What do you miss most from your pre-baby life?
    Naps. I could nap like a newborn. Now, there's just no time.

    What activity would renew, recharge, and reenergize your body?
    A new look; I'm so sick of my hair, I'm seconds away from chopping it all off myself.

    What activity would renew, recharge, and re-energize your mind?
    Same as above. When I look good, I feel good.

    What activity would renew, recharge, and re-energize your spirit?
    Summer. As a teacher, I desperately need my summers off. I am soooo looking forward to this summer. Maybe I can nap when the kids do (if they do).

    What gift can I give to myself today?
    A gift to myself would be to actually go to bed earlier than I normally do. By no means, do I stay up late. I'm usually in bed around 9:30pm. To go to bed when the kids do (8pm) would be heaven.

    When you look back at this time in your life, what will you regret not doing for yourself?
    Overall, I'm very happy with my life. However, I do wish I would make the effort to make more time for myself and the things I like. I love being Mommy, but even Mommies need a moment every so often. Hubby and I haven't gone out alone for dinner since I found out I was pregnant with Livie. She's thirteen months old now. I guess it's just easier to stay home.

    What is one thing - however small - that you can do to make self-care integral to your week?
    I'd love to get my nails done. I know it sounds ridiculous. I feel I need to pamper myself more. Manicures are totally unnecessary for me to get, since I'm only going to ruin them anyway. It's just nice to dream about it.


    Do I sound like the Mother of a one- and two-year old who also works full-time? Yeesh.

    Saturday, May 19, 2007

    I'd Be A Fool...

    Yesterday, I received an email from a Mrs. Deborah Williams. Apparently she only has six months to live and she wants to give me $6.7 million dollars. She wants me to use the money to open churches with it. And as long as I give her the following information, she can make me a rich woman:

    1). Your Full Name:
    2). Your Private Telephone And Fax Numbers:
    3). Your Bank Details:
    4). Your International Passport:
    5). Your Residential Address:
    6). Your Country:
    7). Your Occupation:

    Does she have any idea who she just emailed? Me? Open churches? Heh...

    Friday, May 18, 2007

    The Orgasmic Simulator...

    This is one of the funniest things I've seen in a while. Heh...

    (Sidenote: It helped me take my mind off of her. She would've been nine years old today. Gosh, I still miss her so much. The love never goes away, you know.)

    Thursday, May 17, 2007

    Farts Aren't Cheap...


    I went into the gas station today and
    asked for five dollars worth of gas.

    The clerk farted and gave me a receipt.

    Wednesday, May 16, 2007

    Open All Night...

    Jack is a happy little guy...

    ...even when Livie keeps him up all night because she's teething.

    Yeesh.

    Tuesday, May 15, 2007

    The New Supermarket...

    The new supermarket near our house has an automatic water
    mister to keep produce fresh. Just before it goes on, you hear the
    sound of thunder and the smell of fresh rain.

    When you approach the milk cases, you hear cows mooing and
    smell the scent of fresh hay.

    When you approach the egg case, you hear hens cluck and cackle
    and the air is filled with the pleasing aroma of bacon and eggs frying.

    The veggie department features the sound of a gentle breeze
    and the smell of fresh buttered corn.

    I don't buy toilet paper there any more.

    Monday, May 14, 2007

    Joy...

    My Mother's Day was wonderful. It was just me and the kids because Hubby had to work. They were sooooo good, it's as if they knew it was my day.

    My Mom and I went to the cemetery to see Gram. I wish she were here and I still have a hard time believing she's gone. We thought her headstone would be in place, but it wasn't. Most of the pictures I keep putting there are still right where I'd left them. I've been there several times and each time, I bring a picture of the two kids together. Gram loved those kids and they brought her so much joy. It's really quite cool how I place the pictures on her grave. I print one out; tape it up in a plastic bag so it's airtight and no water can get in; then I tape it to a wooden skewer so I can stick it in the ground. Gram would be proud. It was my Mom's first Mother's Day without her own mother, so it's bittersweet. I don't even want to think about being in her shoes, too, someday. I just want to love the hell out of my Mom while she's here and I hope she knows it.

    The babies were such a joy today (translation: no major meltdowns). Jack took a nap in a regular twin bed in our spare bedroom. He slept three hours! Livie was a little rough going down for her second nap, but she wound up sleeping two hours. And I also got to nap for an hour and a half; it was my present to myself. For dinner, they both ate their grilled cheese sandwiches without leaving any crumbs. Livie even polished off a container of chocolate pudding! And they both went to bed for the night without fussing.

    Hubby brought home flowers and a card with something lovely he wrote inside. And he also gave me a 16X20 poster of the kids. They look beautiful!

    The best present I received, however, came in the form of words from my son's mouth. At dinner, I told him that I love him. He responded by looking me straight in the eye, pointing at me, and emphatically stating, "Love YOU!" He knew what he said and he meant it. Needless to say, I'm still trying to pick myself up off the floor after hearing that.

    All in all, my Mother's Day was great! And I wouldn't trade Motherhood for anything in the world. Sigh...

    Sunday, May 13, 2007

    I Celebrate Today and Every Day Because Of Jack and Liv...

    Happy Mother's Day from our home to yours!

    Saturday, May 12, 2007

    There's No Such Thing As "Normal"...

    Jack's appointment with his DT went well, although it got off to a rough start. She thought the appointment was scheduled for Saturday, not Friday. I was pissed, but she told me that she'd be there at 6pm since she was far away. I, nonetheless, was fuming.

    Six o'clock came and went and a half hour later, she still wasn't here. She called and was lost. She was actually less than a minute away, but our street signs were blocked by trees. We kept seeing her drive right by the house and couldn't figure out if it was her or not. Our house is not hard to find, but if you aren't familiar with the area, it's easy to get lost.

    She showed up and Jack took to her like an ant at a picnic. They hit it off well. She's going to be working with us on developing Jack's social skills with other children his age. And she can even schedule her sessions with him after his naptime. That's so important to us. We're looking forward to it. She seemed very knowledgeable and confident that he was just a typical two-year-old boy. She's certain that once he gets friends his age, he'll blossom. I can't say I disagree with that.

    You might be wondering why I'm not angrier about the mix-up. I could be, but I'm not because I'm human and I understand that the world is full of people and we all have our individual problems. Jack's DT has a six-year-old son with cancer. I must be sympathetic. The boy's chemotherapy left him with loads of other issues, including a disfigured face and other health problems. His asthma landed him in the ICU on Tuesday (when she was originally scheduled to see Jack) and he's been in there since.

    She took the time to go out of her way after business hours to meet with Jack and us, even though she should've been at the hospital with her son. She told me she explained to her son that she had to be with us and he understood. I told her to go home because her boy needs his Mama. Hopefully she didn't get lost on her way out of the neighborhood.

    So, in the end I am pleased. Deep down, however, I am seeing more and more each day that my son really doesn't seem to have any serious issues. He's like any other kid (with us as parents, "normal" is relative because we're both nuts). I think Jack is just taking his time and doing things his own way.

    Yesterday, Livie was near the television power cords and I asked Jack to tell her not to play over there. You know what he said? He told her, "Don't touch cords!" I never told him to say that, but that's what he said. And when I asked him what his sister's name was, he said, "Cry."

    If that's not normal, I don't know what is. Heh...

    On a somber sidenote, it's been two years today. And not a day goes by where I don't think about her. I miss you so much, Buddha.


    Buddha...The Best Dog Ever

    Friday, May 11, 2007

    The Diet...

    Jack's OT appointment went very well yesterday. His therapist put together a sensory diet for him (and us) to follow. There are three categories of input he should receive daily, one from each category: proprioceptive, vestibular, and tactile. A lot of the things on the list are things we already do, but now they're in print and can be seen by all of us. There are also ideas for calming activities, too.

    I didn't learn anything new from it, though. I've read all the books and I know what Jack needs. It's just nice to know that I've been doing the right thing all along.

    Today is the day he meets his DT for the first time. You know, the one who stood him up the other day. I'm hoping it's a good meeting for him. She'll come to our home after I get home from work. I'm sure the DT will be nervous coming here after her mishap the other day. For Jack's sake, however, I can let it go as long as it never, ever happens again. I'm sure she's aware of that without my even mentioning it. Heh...

    Wish us luck!

    Thursday, May 10, 2007

    Middle Of The Road...

    Your Brain is 53% Female, 47% Male

    Your brain is a healthy mix of male and female
    You are both sensitive and savvy
    Rational and reasonable, you tend to keep level headed
    But you also tend to wear your heart on your sleeve

    Wednesday, May 09, 2007

    One Way To Really Get Under My Skin...

    Yesterday was Jack's first appointment with his developmental therapist. She never showed.

    I took the day off from work. Had he not had this appointment, I just might've taken the day off anyway; Livie kept us up almost the entire night. Boy, can that girl scream LOUD! I was dog-tired and bleary-eyed all day long. Of course, Jack wanted a nap and I wasn't going to give him one because the appointment was scheduled for 1:30pm. However, I did let him nap, but I had to wake him up after only an hour.

    He was may-ad! And since I didn't let him keep his nummy in his mouth, he became even angrier. So, not only did I cut his nap short, I didn't let him hang on to the one thing that gives him comfort when he's tired...his beloved nummy. Not only did he tantrum, he did so for an entire hour (and off & on for a half hour after that), screaming his ever-lovin' head off every time he looked at me. He just followed me around screaming for his nummy. It was breaking my heart. I just didn't want to give it to him because he needed to work with the DT and wouldn't be able to do so with a plug in his mouth.

    Much to my dismay, she never showed up at our house. After an hour, I called Jack's intake coordinator and bitched up a storm. I politely let her know that there better be a valid reason why my son was stood up by his DT...like, she better be dead; that's a valid reason. I also complained about how long it's taking for him to receive all three of his therapies that EI deemed were so necessary and vital. By the time he gets all three regularly, it'll be time to exit him out of the program and I couldn't be more disappointed with how things are progressing.

    His intake coordinator called the DT's boss and that woman, in turn, called me. She assured me that it was a scheduling mistake on the part of the DT and was very sorry. The DT also wound up calling me to apologize and set up another appointment for Thursday after I get home from work. I told her that she'd have to meet with us on my terms because I'm not going to take another day off from work to accommodate her. She said she was calling me from the ER because she had to take her son there. While I feel for her situation at that moment, it had nothing to do with her scheduling error in the first place. I think I made my point clear with her and it will never happen again.

    So, that was my Tuesday. And I'm glad it's over. On Thursday, poor Baby Jack will have his OT in the morning and his DT in the afternoon, after his nap. I don't like scheduling two different therapies for the same day, but I feel like I have to be forceful with his progress in the program. I am his advocate and I am an exhausted one, to say the least.

    I've noticed that Jack is talking all the time and has a word or phrase for everything. And his language skills are improving every day. For example, "no touch light" has turned into "don't touch light." I asked him yesterday, "who did it?" in regards to a mess he made. His reply was, "Not me." Yeah...there ain't nothin' wrong with this boy. He's just doing things on his own timetable. And that means he's going to be a control freak just like his Mother. But I can guarantee that no one in their right mind will ever mess with him.

    Sigh...

    Tuesday, May 08, 2007

    But I Really Want To Be Full-Time...

    I am 49% Asshole/Bitch.
    Part Time Asshole/Bitch.
    I may think I am an asshole or a bitch, but the truth is I am a good person at heart. Yeah sure, I can have a mean streak in me, but most of the people I meet like me.

    Monday, May 07, 2007

    What Makes Me Happy...

    I told Jack to say, "cheese," and he did.

    Of course, being two years old, he's GOT to touch the dvd burner, especially when I tell him not to do that.

    Lady Liv likes to put on the charm now. She's very ladylike and delicate, but she is also so very STRONG (in mind and body).

    I could just eat up those cheeks all day long.

    Sunday, May 06, 2007

    One More For The Road...

    My niece Blondie and her dog Linus (the Corgi) moved out of my house and into their own place yesterday. As a going away present, Java decided to have another go at it one last time.

    What can I say? My dog is strange.

    Friday, May 04, 2007

    More Ways To Piss Off A Man...

    1) Tell him you've invited some friends over to play strip poker. Then
    say that his golf/fishing/hunting/poker/drinking/etc. buddies should be
    here any minute.

    2) Tell him you've always wanted to be a man and you finally have
    enough money saved up for the operation. Triple points awarded if you
    say it in front of his parents.

    3) Tell him you want to be closer to him all the time, so from now on
    you're gonna use ONLY his razors to shave your legs.

    4) Burn his favorite meal, three times in a row. Make a salad in it's
    place.

    5) Tie him to the bed. Paint his toenails bright red.

    6) Buy 1 ticket to his favorite, sold-out sporting event. Say "It was
    the last one, but to prevent any hard feelings, I'll just tear it up so
    we don't have to decide who goes." Burn the ticket.

    7) Out of the blue, look him straight in the eye and say "It doesn't
    matter." Ignore him for 30 minutes.

    8) While he's sleeping, Super Glue his dick to his leg. Say "I was
    worried it might fall off and you'd lose it."

    9) Write a letter to another guy during sex.

    Any more to add? Heh...

    Jack's Therapies...

    Jack's OT came over yesterday and played/worked with him while I was at work. She called me later in the evening to ask about his strengths and what's challenging for him. She's putting together a sensory diet for him so we can channel his sensory issues. I'm looking forward to that.

    His new DT also called me last night to set up an appointment to meet with Jack next week. She sounds very nice, so I like her already. He doesn't really need DT, but it can't hurt; so why not, right? I look forward to meeting her. She's coming next Tuesday at 1:30pm, so I'll have to take a half-day off from work. That's fine by me because it's for a good reason.

    I still have yet to hear from the ST. Jack's EI intake coordinator called and let me know that things are falling into place. She's found a great ST, so Jack should be receiving all of his prescribed therapies very shortly. It's about time!

    Now, the real work begins. And just in time, since I'll be home all summer long. That'll be so good for all of us. Hurry up, June 15th; you can't get here fast enough!

    Thursday, May 03, 2007

    *77...

    I knew about the red light on cars, but not the *77. It was about 1:00 p.m. in the afternoon, and Lauren was driving to visit a friend. An unmarked police car pulled up behind her and put his lights on. Lauren's parents have always told them never to pull over for an unmarked car on the side of the road, but rather to wait until they get to a gas station, etc.

    Lauren had actually listened to her parents advice, and promptly called *77 on her cell phone to tell the police dispatcher that she would not pull over right away. She proceeded to tell the dispatcher that there was an unmarked police car with a flashing red light on his rooftop behind her. The dispatcher checked to see if there were police cars near where she was and there weren't, and he told her to keep driving, remain calm and that he had back up already on the way.

    Ten minutes later, four cop cars surrounded her and the unmarked car behind her. One policeman went to her side and the others surrounded the car behind. They pulled the guy from the car and tackled him to the ground. The man was a convicted rapist and wanted for other crimes.

    I never knew about the *77 cell phone feature, but especially for a woman alone in a car, you should not pull over for an unmarked car. Apparently police have to respect your right to keep going to a safe & quiet place. You obviously need to make some signals that you acknowledge them ( i.e. put on your hazard lights) or call *77 like Lauren did.

    Too bad the cell phone companies don't generally give you this little bit of wonderful information.

    Speaking to a service representative at Bell Mobility confirmed that *77 was a direct link to state trooper info. So, now it's your turn to let your friends know about *77.

    Wednesday, May 02, 2007

    Blondie's New Digs...

    I went with my niece, Blondie, to see her new apartment last night. She's moving out of my house (after being here two years) on Saturday. It's sure going to be quiet without her noisy Corgi, Linus.

    She's going to be very happy on her own. She's near friends and family, so that's a good thing. She's in a relatively quiet area; the rent is great; and she's across the street from a church/grade school (not that she'll actually go to church). She's a few blocks from where I work and she's making a set of keys for me, just in case. That means I get to sneak in and stock her fridge and pantry with food while she's at work. *Wink*

    I had brought my old camera to take pictures of her place and the batteries died before I even got it out of my purse. Luckily, the previous tenant had left some batteries behind, so I was able to take some pictures. I must send these photos to My Sister (Blondie's mother)! She'll be pleased.

    I'm sure going to miss Blondie. I really am.

    Tuesday, May 01, 2007

    A Stolen Moment...

    Last night, I was reading to Jack on the couch. We were practically lying down; he was reclined back in between my legs as we read bedtime stories. Afterward, we hummed songs together. This is a nighttime ritual for us. Sometimes we sing as we rock in the rocker in his room, but lately we've been doing it on the couch after his stories. It's a nice, calm, relaxing way for him to end his busy days. Last night was very special for us. We shared a special moment.

    Jack picked all the songs we sang together; he likes to start them off. All his favorites were on the menu. He just kept looking up at me while we sang and hummed, smiling as big as he could. Before I knew it, we'd both fallen asleep.

    The best part of every day always involves my kids. Motherhood has been very, very good to me. Sigh...