Strange and Vomit. 12-7-13

Trying to backtrack through my emails to find a membership number, I came across an email. Strange. Some guy I met online before I was pregnant. Not exactly sure why I quit writing him. Okay, so that’s not the strange part. So, I got this friend request on Facebook several years ago, still hanging in limbo. And I’m thinking, “Who is this guy?” I thought it was some sort of advertisement, or something, because the person in the FB photo was holding a cardboard sign that said, “Your ad here.” Now that my email has changed to Outlook, the email showed the same photo as the FB one. The strange part: They had different names. 

This is only a passing blip in the midst of my crazy life. Boop got sick the night before last. Bless her heart, we were up most of the night. I tried to aim her and keep her from getting choked, but she’s her own little person, determined to do it her way. That translates into vomit everywhere. It’s a special kind of love when your daughter spews bile and curdled milk all over you and the bed. Then, she rolls around in it just to be sure she does the deed to its fullest effect. We both had a couple of showers, changed beds twice and the sheets 3 times, and then the last time, I just covered it with a blanket and lived with it, even when she got pee in the bed. Too exhausted. She seemed to feel great the next morning, of course, and my rump was draggin’. 

You'll Poke Your Eye Out. 12-6-13

I can't really see what I'm typing. I just wait for those red squiggles to pop up to give me a hint that I haven't typed something properly. I was so focused on getting everything in order for my 8am eye appointment that I didn't even think about the procedure. I really hate getting my eyes tested, and I had been putting it off. This is the time of life when things start going bad, and with all of the other health issues I've got, I figured it was time for my vision. I've had a lot of blurring; so I figured they would tell me I need glasses.

I do not like things to touch my eyes, and as the tech starting getting all of her little tools together for the eye pressure test, I explained that I would rather have a pap smear than have a glaucoma screen. Seriously. I flinch at even the thought of something going in my eye. And so, as the resident was doing his exam, he hopped up to get something. Behind the door in the hall, I could hear him talking about a sterile q-tip, which gave me pause. He rushed back in and started at me. Er no, Slim, no q-tips to my eye. He explained that he wanted to get an eyelash out of my eye. I asked him if he absolutely had to do it, and with that he tossed it, to my relief.


20/20 vision. No arthritis. Everything fine. If I wanted something for reading, I could pick up some cheap-o reading glasses, but not really needed. He said that I had some blocked tear ducts and had a few suggestions for that. One of them: eye drops. Urgh. So now I just wait for my dilated eyes to return to normal.

Comes to Mind. 11-24-13

Why am I thinking of this right now?

Watch for it-- Watch for it-- 2:38

Taking Stock at Month 22. 11-18-13

Here’s what’s happening at 22 months old:

• Boop’s favorite words are “No Way, Go Away!” Usually, this happens as I try to put a diaper on her, or any sort of clothes, really. We’ve been trying to potty train. She loves the potty, but she hasn’t made the connection. She knows she needs to wipe with toilet paper, flush the commode, and wash her hands, but she hasn’t gotten the idea of doing the deed, yet.  I thought I had it, yesterday. She hadn’t gone to the bathroom for a really long time, and I was pumping her with fluids. She proceeded to get off the toilet, and I asked her if she wanted a diaper. She said, “Diaper.” After I put one on her, she immediately went. And so, there you go!
• Boop really hasn’t gotten into her baby dolls that much. I guess she has a Winnie; so dolls are not as important. Lately, I’ve been noticing her throwing her blankets at Winnie, and this weekend, she finally figured out how to tuck Winnie into her blanket. Cute, yes. But Sunday morning, she had managed to find a tube of sunscreen. She had apparently decided that Winnie needed some lotion and was dabbing it on her. Winnie was unphased, thank goodness. 
• Winnie and her UTIs. She got this last one while on antibiotics; though I admit I missed some doses. She’s eating this prescription food, which she doesn’t like and which doesn’t help. I think the cranberry supplements must be doing the most good. Such a shame. Bless her heart, she’s also going blind.
• Hopefully, my Invisalign will be finished on my bottom teeth before Christmas, still many months on the top ones. I’m finally making some progress at work. Maybe I’ll wrap up some projects by the end of the year. At my last visit to the MD, I found that I had gained 9 lbs since the summer! Not exactly sure how that happened. Thankfully, in the last 2 weeks, I’ve lost about 4 lbs.  

Push and Pull. 11-15-13

photo by SF

Boop and I at the park before Halloween

The Poppy. 11-12-13

This is the way Boop is using the 'poppy'...

Did I mention that she's into Ev*ry* thing?!?

Mr. Right? 11-11-13

Dating is a bit of a minefield. I didn't mean to sound like Pat Benatar.  There is a little social network group of local single moms I keep up with. Their demographics are a bit different than me, as most are in their 20's, not settled into their career, and have an unfortunate history with their baby daddy. These ladies and their dating fiascoes. I've been there, but fortunately, I was never really dependent on having a man around. I wouldn't mind dating again (my interest has been piqued: admitted), but I don't want Boop to be harmed by a bad relationship. 

I've learned to do many things by myself, and I hope to do that for Boop. In fact, the person doing developmental testing last weekend asked me if she could see Boop climb down stairs. I put Boop at the top of our flight of stairs, and she began making her way down by herself. The evaluator was a bit confused, "Well, we only needed her to climb down 2 or 3."  


A little bird this morning was warning me to be careful: not sure where that came from? I had always told myself that I could have Boop and re-evaluate the dating situation and more possible children later. Fortunately, I don't have to make any of these decisions right this minute; no one wants to date me! I guess I should make some trite reference to my ticking biological clock, though. If I am able to meet the right person, great! But I always think of that episode with Dr. Phil, "Someone would have to throw themselves on the hood of your car to even be on your radar!" That about sums it up. I'm not the most observant person, nor do I put myself out there much. Maybe I'll meet him eventually.

Taken by SF