Things have a way of getting infrakkinsane around here, and blogging is one of the first things to get tossed under the bus. And scheduling posts does me no good if I don’t sit down and write them to begin with.
What’s been going on?
Thanksgiving. Everyone knows about that, right? Yeaaaah, I thought so. I’ve had to clean out the fridge in stages.
The boys. Joe had his tonsils & adenoids out. He’s healed well, but wanted to argue every.single.damn.time it was time to take more grape-flavored nastiness. I don’t like to argue. We know this. Especially over something like pain medication.
“It won’t do you any good if it’s in the cup.”
“Drink it.”
“Drink it or I’ll pour it down your throat.”
Hint to Big Pharma: there is a HUGE untapped market for medicine syringes for older special needs children. Our acetaminophen doses are +2 tsp. Holding your child down while pouring from a cup is zero fun – the meds splash everywhere. Just sayin’.
Dan had a visit with a GI doctor that has proven incredibly….productive. Helpful!!!! and Productive!!!!! We’ll be going back, but the changes in him already are amazing. One day last week he came home from school and ate two grilled cheese sandwiches. I resigned myself to serving a heavier than usual bedtime snack but? he totally cleaned his plate at dinner. And and? He’s eating VEGETABLES y’all. He added mashed potatoes (instant, but I’ll take it) and peas (frozen, canned is too mushy). And decided that maybe canned peaches aren’t all that bad after all.
And now, I get to recover from being home for two weeks. Unpaid. HOORAY! >.<