Hi Mindy! Welcome! Things are a bit slow right now, but for the most part, this is a very busy thread, and all the women are wonderful. I'm 41, and had my son Jonah at 39. Four months old is an amazing time, isn't it?
For everybody else, I'm sorry I've been MIA, but I have been reading along. I've been dealing with a lot of pain for the past little bit, and it's bringing me down; hence my radio silence. It's slowly getting better with rest, but there ain't much time for rest here. I'm also in the middle of a very stupidly complex process to get a medical mj licence. I didn't realize that because they're issued by the federal gov't, my province can't ban or ignore them. Nor can they ban Compassion Clubs, which are legal dispensaries and will allow me to buy the strains I need.
It's been so long, but I remember a few responses I had to people:
Angel--the story of Dominic and comparing the feet and hands to those in the book made me laugh! What a smartie and a cutie! And I see now what you mean about tearing books apart! Holy!
And Sebastian and Pocoyo! J does a pretty spotty and often inaccurate rundown of the "friends," too. "Lula" is "Oooo-ah!", for example. However, he LOVES the listing of the friends. Have you seen Fred the Octopus yet? I think he is crazy funny, especially the episode with his "art."
Storm--I'm so sorry about your OH's Grandfather.
Charlie--I bought the mole and poo book for my nephew's 6th birthday, which we're celebrating tomorrow. All the reviews were so great. I even got the long, impractical paperback version of it because apparently "it's got the clearest, biggest pictures of the poo." I'll tell you how it goes over!
Oh, this is what I meant to tell you: Congratulations on S crawling! Yay!!!
J started crawling because he was chasing the cat, too.
SK--I'm glad there have been no biting incidents in a week! That must make you feel better. Is F still biting at home?
Sorry guys, that's all I remember for the moment. As for us, OH and I are in a spat right now. And frankly, I've gotten to the point where I don't even care. But I suspect this feeling is fuelled by pain, no rest from a toddler who has given up
both naps, it seems, and, I don't know...boredom? Oh, I just asked him if we were still in a spat. Apparently we're not. Good. Problem solved.
J can count to two now, as in, he actually understands what "one" and "two" means. But he can still only recognize purple as a colour (half the time), can only identify circles and gets mad and makes me stop if I draw another shape. He takes the crayon or chalk from me, and gives it back with the solemn instruction: "Circle!!!".
His other great pastime? Lying in puddles. He loves to stomp in them, but at one point I looked away, looked back, and he was doing the snoring game in the middle of the puddle. And I thought: "I should probably get him up." And then I thought: "why?" and let him continue absorbing the entire puddle.
Okay guys--sorry that this was such a self-involved post. I now have to go and get letters from my GP proving my condition. Till later!
