Because, apparently, this is as cerebral as I get these days.
- M. developed a case of shingles. Shingles develops when your autoimmune system is out of whack, which can happen when you’re stressed. M. is very stressed – it was only a matter of time. Happily (?), it’s only on his leg (so far, knock on wood), so it’s not as painful as it could be, and he hasn’t had much opportunity to spread the joy to, oh, say, the baby. MM’s had her immunization, but C. won’t be old enough until he’s one. We’ll see if anything transpires, but he’ll likely miss it this time around.
- The “m” key on my keyboard is sticking – this is not good. Right now, this is the only computer I have that works properly. I’m notoriously hard on keyboards, but I can’t think what might have happened…unless a certain toddler was involved.
- Potty training has gone…absolutely nowhere. She’s getting pretty old to be in diapers – she’ll be 3 at the end of May, but no serious interest in potty training yet. To be fair (to her, that is), I haven’t been pushing it much yet. Between being painfully pregnant, then recovering from the C-section, then working on breastfeeding, etc., I haven’t really been in a potty training place, either. And now we have the trip to M.’s parents’ place next month…so I’m thinking of starting in earnest once we get back, if she doesn’t show any real interest before then (if she does, I’ll go with it. But, so far, all the observations that her cousins go potty, Mommy goes potty, Daddy goes potty, but C. doesn’t because he’s a baby, have failed to impress her).
- Speaking of C., he had his 4 month checkup today and he’s a little butterball. A short, fat butterball – came in at the 75th percentile on weight and head size (!!), and 25th percentile on height. He comes by it naturally enough, but it’s kind of funny anyway. He’s well recovered from his little Baby Bjorn adventure, and lately he’s been working on lifting his head, babbling, and even reaching out for stuff (perchance to get it into his frothy mouth). No interest in rolling over, though. And we’ve regressed on the sleeping front – he spent all of last night in the papasan. The doctor, happily, did not seem to be bothered by his ad hoc sleeping arrangements – his main concern was that he was still sleeping on his back.
- I’ve called a general hiatus on all things dissertation until I get my bearings household-wise. I feel like I’ve been burning the candle on both ends – with the home/children on one end and the dissertation on the other – and it hasn’t been working out at all. So I’m trying to just get adjusted to the new reality before I try to see how the dissertation fits in to all of it. I didn’t realize how much I was really stressing about the dissertation, though, until I walked away from it – it’s nice to have the break.
- There are a couple of unbloggable things that have in/directly contributed to M.’s stress/shingles. I wish I could write about them, if for no other reason than it would feel good to get some of it off my chest, but suffice it to say that sometimes people suck. I hope we don’t have to pay for the suckitude of others.
And, on that ambiguous note, I’ll wrap this up. C. had more shots today and he’s a little out of sorts – not like the last time, but he’s nursing four places on two legs and I think it just plain hurts.