Banana

I heard it, Mother heard it, and he said it twice upon contemplating the mushy, pale yellow fruit before him. That’s right, “Banana” goes down in the annals as W’s first non “Mama” word. Woo!

In other news I am on the flip side of being sick. Flip side being the side where I seem to feel better but I sound a whole lot worse. Mucinex and sleep have been my friend. A salt water gargle was NOT after I learned what can happen if you accidentally swallow it. Do not ever do that. Trust me. Just don’t.

What sucks about having weather over me, and I under it, is that all of those awesome to do lists just start to laugh and mock me. The yellow highlighter has been neglected and nothing has been accomplished at all. This is frustrating as I have many things that I really WANT to work on, creative projects, fund-raising organization, merging and organizing my sloppy contact list on my phone…

The last thing I remember is getting my hair done and feeling awesome about it. And then I had a nice visit with Paz and her beautiful family, and after that? It’s all a haze of peppermint, sleep, coughing and Masterpiece classics on PBS.

I’m on the mend though. Just one more night of solid sleep and a few more good chest clearing coughs and I will be on the sunny side of the street once more.

I did promise an update on my last post (like my follow through on that? ha ha) so here are the big ones:

1) I am once again alive on facebook. The security team there was really swift and efficient and kind. It was really freaky to have been hacked, and I feel like a nimrod for having it happen to me, but I went on a password changing binge and purge and feel much more secure about things. (& dude, that is so not a challenge to some asshole out there to prove me wrong. Just saying, Universe.)

2) MANY more phone calls to and from social services have happened and what do you know, I have yet ANOTHER case worker. The latest story was that the delay was because the assistance I had in Florida did not match up with the assistance I was applying for in Maryland. I don’t quite follow what one has to do with the other but after several phone calls that issue seems to have resolved itself. I was asked to “resubmit” all of W’s birth papers. I’ll be following up again tomorrow. I am just charming. (seriously. Once W gets his coverage THEN I will go all Shirley MacLaine.)

3) Mother is currently on her way back from going to a mega career fair. She looked stunning, was armed with copies of her resume and comfortable (yet lovely) shoes, and basically stood in lines for hours before she finally met with the one agency that was advertising as hiring for her field. Only to be told that they aren’t actually hiring anyone until the Spring. Somehow she managed to keep a positive outlook and I am proud of her for that.

4) I feel like there should be a four but I can’t think of anything. Except I guess this is where I seem to forever express my bummed-out-edness that my reader is bursting at the seems again and I haven’t read blogs in ages. I love being caught up and it just isn’t happening right now. blah

5) You are welcome for not writing a post about my epic official PPP. The stuff before never really counted as no apparatuses were employed. I am on day 9 of day 1 type of stuff. If you know what I mean. The zits on my forehead are bitches.

6) And in the nursing parallel universe we have somehow become a twice a day (morning and night) kind of people. I certainly didn’t plan that but the boy seems to have a hollow leg and I simply could not keep up. It’s all just fine though and we are totally enmeshed into exploring solid foods.

7) Here is a brief list of foods that W has gourmand(ed) with his own little hands (aka I am too lazy to puree):

apples, pears, peaches, blueberries, strawberries, melons, cucumbers, zucchini, yellow squash, carrots, green beans, peas, broccoli, cauliflower, sweet potatoes, turkey, ham, pasta, breads, pancakes, waffles, bagels, cinnamon raisin English muffins, yogurt, 50 variations of crackers (graham to saltines) and, of course BANANA!

Mother is now home with a small doughnut for me. Oh I hope I can taste it!

Tagged as: about a boy, insurance, Mother's job search