We are working on the second week since we saw our ped, and still no paperwork. I don't know what to think or feel about that. I feel thisgiant daunting task hanging over my head with no instructions as to how to dismantle said bundle of doom. Well, not doom really I'm just antsy as to what's happening and when. Edit: Called Peds office again. She said she will call me back with what the wait list is like and all that. Told me that she doesn't send out paperwork until we get confirmation of dates. Which isn't what she said 2 weeks ago. Hopefully I hear something soon. I'm getting flustered with this.
Dinky's assessment went well yesterday. It took much longer than I had anticipated, so now referrals for PT have been sent as well as OT to see if there's anything we can do in regards to the leaking he does after a feed every so often.
It's getting colder. I love fall. I love winter even more so it's nice knowing that it's just around the corner. There's nothing better than watching the falling snow as it blankets everything in a pristine white. Not to mention all of the baking. The fattening foods. The family. The food. Ohh the food. I love food, which explains why I still have bits that jiggle.
Bits...?!
More like the whole everything jiggles. The only thing that doesn't jiggle would be the skin on my hands and feet. Sad. A sad, sad day. But then again I shall be 30 next year. And I've had 3 kids. I have to accept the fact that there's going to be a bit of jiggle.
Tink turns 2 in 8 days. Now's that even happen? It just dawned on me this morning that her birthday is just over a week away. Not fair at all. I need to get things planned out for that. I also need to figure out the cake idea and what we're going to be serving for food at her party. Not that there's really that much of a party happening. My parents. Husby's parents and then us. That's it. So really, it's nothing that will be over the top in any way.
I need to settle on a cake idea. Such a hassle. But worth it. I love cake. T'is the season for baking and I love it. Bring on more jiggling bits! There's always next year to work on things. No more Jell-O belly. Next year that is.
I have a mountain of laundry to fold. Someone help me now...
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