What you would have just heard in my house...

Playette: crying in her high chair (no nap today)

BD to her: You should be happy, BooBoo, it's raccoon night (trash is out)

Me from the office: SHUDDUP!

BTW, I don't see them yet, but I've got the porch lights on...I'm sure they'll be here to torture me soon enough.

Ick.

(Thanks, Shawndi!)

Because I can't let it go...

Dear Pottery Barn,

I hate raccoons too.

Love,
Chrystal

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This was taken by BD last night before we started our night of debauchery (yes, he started paying attention to me and wanted me to "feel better already, dang!"). First, PF Chang's, then Pottery Barn (the scary raccoon blankets are $120!), Macy's (do I or don't I go back for that purse?), a British pub (is that how they clean the glasses?! Ew.), and a martini bar/restaurant (I can never return).

Reminder to myself: I am not in college anymore. I cannot hang.

Also, if anyone is on Facebook and has not yet befriended me, please do. I love that time-sucking thing.

Oh, and I have one more whiny post that I never finished the other day. So, yeah, I feel better, but since I was almost done with the rant, I'll post it later.

$8,208.94

That's how much my Bronchoscopy cost.

Thank God for insurance.

The Highlight

I had a crappy day at work.

The lady at the bank treated me like a thief.

I had to walk out of my PT appointment because they tried to overcharge me and I wasn't having it.

Playette's beloved primary caregiver's last day at the daycare was today.

I bucked against my own typical behavior and tried to get a beer after work...and the tap ran dry on me. Probably for the best, but still. (BTW, who else has a bar down the hall from their office and never goes but me?)

BD opted to talk to a friend when I wanted to vent.
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But I did do one thing today that makes it all pale in comparison.

There was a "Thanksgiving Luncheon" for the parents at daycare today. I guess it's a bigger deal for the older kids, but they still encouraged those of us with infants to join in. I fed Playette turkey, ham, mashed potatoes (favorite, by far), bread, peaches, and milk. I sat on the floor, talked to (met!) other parents, and just let it all kinda fade away. I'm actually looking forward to Thanksgiving a little bit more now, if only for the chance to see my big girl chow down like that again.

I know it may sound silly, but even just writing about it kinda makes me feel better.

Good Grief

When was someone going to tell me that it's THURSDAY today?

I was completely oblivious until like 5 minutes ago.

SMH at myself.

*sigh*

Flashback Friday Thursday: Friendly Skies

Not for me, for Playette. 'Cause you know I better be done flying for a while, right? (At least not until we head to Mexico anyway. Wheeeee!)

Here's my calm, adorable travel companion while were were flying from Baltimore from Phoenix during part one of our big move west. She was so easy to fly with. It was just the two of us and I remember thinking, "Heh. This aint so bad."
November 19, 2007


And then there's my just as adorable, nowhere near as calm companion almost a year later. Yes, BD was there this time, but lemme tell you...even so, it was a lot harder. An hour and fifty minutes of entertaining a 1-year-old in a very small space is a very long time.

October 27, 2008







But this here? Dang it. She melted me with the whole "looking out the window thing and checking out the world" thing. She was in awe and then so was I.

3 Interesting Tidbits

Yeah, I promise...more interesting than yesterday's rambling.

1. I got wind of this via an email I received today. I happen to think it's a very cool way of displaying information for doctors or anyone who may be in a position to talk to parents about a Ds diagnosis (or folks like me who just like to learn more), complete with different scenario options.

I don't know that we were told in a bad way, per se, but it surely could have been a leetle bit better. To be fair, I might have said that regardless, but I like to think that a few more (read: some) offered resources would have been helpful before we left the hospital. For example, there were several babies born with Ds at that very hospital in the few months prior and you would think that would have made them more prepared, especially since one of those parents was a Congressperson. Anyway, I'm rambling again. Here's the info:

Discussing Down Syndrome: A Physician's Guide

2. Also via email, I found out that Signing Times is having a Buy 3 Get 1 Free deal. Have I mentioned how much I love ST? I could go on and on, but I'll spare you. For now.

I know the songs and can sing along with the best of them. And by "them" I mean a group of 3-5 year olds. I've done it too. When we had everyone over for the Ds'elebration, I sat in this very (unrecognizably clean) office, popped in a DVD, and went to town. I like to think I was popular with the kiddos for like 10 minutes.

Anyway, so I like watching and singing and signing. Playette likes the watching part so far. Check her out, my little standing diva! [That's what she's doing these days. All the time. Everything is for pulling up on. No matter how dangerous (check out the towel milk drinking mat under her feet for proof.)]







3. Proof that we remain under attack. When BD cracked the door (WHA?!), this one didn't scurry off. He came closer. If I don't blog for a few days, please send help.