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My kawaii college coed sister has infected me with the Dr. Who virus. :D We're three episodes into the Eccleston season. I'm already sad he only got the one season, as I adore his quirkiness. Not caring about the New Dr. casting wank I stumble across, aside from thinking he looks rather like the sort of chap who'd break into a girl's home night after night and loom over her while she sleeps, licking his lips creepily at intervals. And possibly stealing something from her underwear drawer. (Still need to link my sister to the delightful Twilight snark by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
stoney321 and cleolinda, to harass our Edward-obsessed teenage cousin with. Yes, I am evil.)
davner is safely in Kuwait. Well, for whatever value of "safe" one can give in that situation. He called at three am to let me know he was ok. Hasn't emailed me yet, so I don't have his work address or email.
I've been too busy to be too sad. I cried a lot when his friend came to take him to the Norfolk airport. I had to go into the bathroom for a few minutes to compose myself afterward. But since then, too much to do to be sad. Mark had his first visit with his new occupational therapist Monday. Had to clean the house for that. Jack had his shots today. Had to get everything ready so we could get to Ft. Eustis early enough to get a day pass and fill out the ubiquitous paperwork. (In pouring rain, no less.) In between, taking care of the kids and giggling insanely with my sister over the Doctor and Rose's antics has kept me hopping.
Mark is, as usual, a goon and a zodling. I got woken up at 10 pm last night by heartbreaking wails. He was on the floor next to his glider, looking heartbroken. I'd have suspected him of trying a daring new antic on the gliding footstool, which was overturned nearby, but normally when he does that I hear a massive thump that's much louder than the wails that woke me. Also, he appeared to be in no pain. Just terribly sad. Took me nearly two hours to calm him down and get him back to sleep - about three quarters of which was spent with me sandwiched into his toddler bed with him. Silly me, I thought the bed would be more comfortable than rocking while holding my neck at an odd angle to accommodate his toddler-glomp. Next time I'll take the neck-cramp.
He was such a beast at the doctor's office my sister had to take him out into the hallway by the pharmacy towards the end. This was not entirely his fault. The pediatric clinic was running waaaaaayyyy behind schedule with the well baby appts., and he was bored to tears.
Then at lunch, I attempted to persuade him that mandarin orange slices weren't so bad after all. After a few turns of him thrusting away the fork and hiding behind his sippy of soy milk, I tried eating a slice myself, to show him how good it was. He giggled. I did it again. And again. With the next slice, he grabbed the fork - and thrust it at my mouth, much the way he shares cheerios with me at snacktime. I giggled. He continued doing it the rest of the meal. This was possibly a tactical error... ^_^;
The therapist's visit went fairly well, but he did have a meltdown at the end, when it came time to put away the box of beans and stirring/sifting toys she brought. We scheduled next week's session for earlier in the day, to see if that helps.
Jack is doing excellently well. :D
He is currently 6.44 kg. I will convert that into pounds in a moment. (14.197769684714, according to the Internet.) This puts him near the lower end of the weight curve, but on the healthy side of the lower end.
His head circ. had grown by three cm. since last checked.
He's grown rather a lot, and is currently in the 75th percentile for length. :D
His doctor is highly pleased with his growth, and says we can skip the cereal in his formula, esp. since I reported he's kinda been spitting up the mixture, but keeping the straight stuff down. She suggested increasing the amount of prune juice per bottle for his constipation. It's ok that his first attempt at eating cereal from a spoon didn't work out well, I just need to try again every so often. Everything else is fine. He got the flu shot, and needs to come back for the second part of it in a month. (I had no idea infant flu shots came in two parts. Mark never had one, because of his egg allergy.)
I need to call Mark's primary doctor in the morning. His allergist's office called yesterday to say his referral had expired and Tricare wouldn't let them expand his referral for us. I promptly called his doctor's office, and the airman at the desk took a message for the nurse.
I have yet to hear back from them.
His appt for the allergist is tomorrow at 11 am. >_<
The boys are awake and Margaret and I want dinner. Later.
My kawaii college coed sister has infected me with the Dr. Who virus. :D We're three episodes into the Eccleston season. I'm already sad he only got the one season, as I adore his quirkiness. Not caring about the New Dr. casting wank I stumble across, aside from thinking he looks rather like the sort of chap who'd break into a girl's home night after night and loom over her while she sleeps, licking his lips creepily at intervals. And possibly stealing something from her underwear drawer. (Still need to link my sister to the delightful Twilight snark by
stoney321 and cleolinda, to harass our Edward-obsessed teenage cousin with. Yes, I am evil.) davner is safely in Kuwait. Well, for whatever value of "safe" one can give in that situation. He called at three am to let me know he was ok. Hasn't emailed me yet, so I don't have his work address or email.I've been too busy to be too sad. I cried a lot when his friend came to take him to the Norfolk airport. I had to go into the bathroom for a few minutes to compose myself afterward. But since then, too much to do to be sad. Mark had his first visit with his new occupational therapist Monday. Had to clean the house for that. Jack had his shots today. Had to get everything ready so we could get to Ft. Eustis early enough to get a day pass and fill out the ubiquitous paperwork. (In pouring rain, no less.) In between, taking care of the kids and giggling insanely with my sister over the Doctor and Rose's antics has kept me hopping.
Mark is, as usual, a goon and a zodling. I got woken up at 10 pm last night by heartbreaking wails. He was on the floor next to his glider, looking heartbroken. I'd have suspected him of trying a daring new antic on the gliding footstool, which was overturned nearby, but normally when he does that I hear a massive thump that's much louder than the wails that woke me. Also, he appeared to be in no pain. Just terribly sad. Took me nearly two hours to calm him down and get him back to sleep - about three quarters of which was spent with me sandwiched into his toddler bed with him. Silly me, I thought the bed would be more comfortable than rocking while holding my neck at an odd angle to accommodate his toddler-glomp. Next time I'll take the neck-cramp.
He was such a beast at the doctor's office my sister had to take him out into the hallway by the pharmacy towards the end. This was not entirely his fault. The pediatric clinic was running waaaaaayyyy behind schedule with the well baby appts., and he was bored to tears.
Then at lunch, I attempted to persuade him that mandarin orange slices weren't so bad after all. After a few turns of him thrusting away the fork and hiding behind his sippy of soy milk, I tried eating a slice myself, to show him how good it was. He giggled. I did it again. And again. With the next slice, he grabbed the fork - and thrust it at my mouth, much the way he shares cheerios with me at snacktime. I giggled. He continued doing it the rest of the meal. This was possibly a tactical error... ^_^;
The therapist's visit went fairly well, but he did have a meltdown at the end, when it came time to put away the box of beans and stirring/sifting toys she brought. We scheduled next week's session for earlier in the day, to see if that helps.
Jack is doing excellently well. :D
He is currently 6.44 kg. I will convert that into pounds in a moment. (14.197769684714, according to the Internet.) This puts him near the lower end of the weight curve, but on the healthy side of the lower end.
His head circ. had grown by three cm. since last checked.
He's grown rather a lot, and is currently in the 75th percentile for length. :D
His doctor is highly pleased with his growth, and says we can skip the cereal in his formula, esp. since I reported he's kinda been spitting up the mixture, but keeping the straight stuff down. She suggested increasing the amount of prune juice per bottle for his constipation. It's ok that his first attempt at eating cereal from a spoon didn't work out well, I just need to try again every so often. Everything else is fine. He got the flu shot, and needs to come back for the second part of it in a month. (I had no idea infant flu shots came in two parts. Mark never had one, because of his egg allergy.)
I need to call Mark's primary doctor in the morning. His allergist's office called yesterday to say his referral had expired and Tricare wouldn't let them expand his referral for us. I promptly called his doctor's office, and the airman at the desk took a message for the nurse.
I have yet to hear back from them.
His appt for the allergist is tomorrow at 11 am. >_<
The boys are awake and Margaret and I want dinner. Later.
