Make Room for Mama

I got back home just after midnight on Saturday morning. Can I just tell you how much I hate the puddle jumper flight that brings me home on about 75% of my trips? Ugh. And this time they overbooked it and offered $600 vouchers. So tempting. If only I hadn't been so homesick, I surely would have delayed my flight by 8 hours or just sucked it up, rented a car, and drove two hours.

Yesterday was spent mostly in the bed for me. I was exhausted and slept most of the day away. Today was just slightly better. I did at least get up and go to the grocery store this evening. I was feenin' for some Costco rotisserie chicken too, but since I only saw fit to drag myself in there 5 minutes before closing, they were all out. Boo.

I've learned a few things since I've been home that I'd like to share:

1. No matter where I go, no bed or shower feels better than my own.

2. BD got along just fine without me. Like, really. He has his own way of doing things, sure, but they work so yay for him!

3. Playette now poops on the potty every night after dinner like clockwork. She also signs the word potty, which I had nothing to do with whatsoever. (I have photographic evidence, but I've never seen anyone else post photos like that on their blogs so I'm a little hesitant to look like a wack-a-loon. Some more.) I don't know where we're headed with this whole potty training thing, but it's a start at least. We'll figure it out as we go. I hope we're not screwing it up by using this approach.

4. My child is at least 2 pounds heavier than the last time I saw her. Go, PediaSure and go, BD, with the food stuffing.

5. She's also progressed nicely in the self-feeding department. I forgot how good it felt to just eat and not eat-scoop-feed-offer-beg-scoop-feed-eat.





I know the food doesn't look all that appetizing here, but she was straight grubbing on the chicken, rice, beans, cheese, sour cream, and guacamole. We didn't have to feed her one mouthful. When she got tired of using the bendy spork thingee, she went back to using her hands, but I'd say that great progress is being made nonetheless.



6. Playette is a master at backing down the stairs properly now. It shows me that all of the practice at PT sessions has been worth it. I also caught her using the same maneuver trying to get down off of our bed today. It makes me feel good to know that not only is she learning and retaining new skills, but that I also don't have to worry so much about her plowing down stairs headfirst.

It's amazing how much can change in 12 days.

Oh! And I've also learned that my husband makes a pretty tasty mojito.

So, uh, I'm gonna stop typing and finish it now.


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