Number 7

Two days ago I tickled my little guy so he bent his head back and I saw it. A top tooth, somewhere in the back on the right side of the mouth. It kind of makes his two token buttom teeth even more special:)

And, in case I forgot to mention it before, he started saying "mamma", almost always while addressing me (though abba remains his most favorite).

His vocabulary also includes 'more, no more, up, elmo, amen, toda, hi, heLLO'.
He also says his version of his sister's name. He shares his food and drink with her. And today, he tried to put her crocs on her feet. That was smart and sweet.

My big girl allows me to wash and comb her now though I still need to ask permission before putting in clips or making ponies. And, permission isn't always granted...
She's practically toilet trained but since she is the boss, some days pampers are still requested.
(Pull-ups are poo pooed on though, and since I had lots of $2 off coupons I have a couple of girl pull ups which I'll try to use on my little guy before he realizes what I'm doing...).

Eh is looking forward to going to 'school' next week and I'm just a tiny bit nervous.
But, since Gd willing, next week I'll start working part time, I'll hopefully be able to take her to 'school' the first day so I'm looking forward to the event, too.

It's official

SiM's strolling around the house. He practiced shabbat and sunday by pushing the stroller up and down and up and down the first floor. And today when I came home from work I suddenly realized that he walked up to me all the way across the kitchen ( as opposed to the customary crawl followed by a tug at my skirt and a can't-be-misinterprited-hug of my lower legs) and then said 'allo?'.

It seems like he feels a bit more when he walks holding a big blue sand shovel in his hands ( a clever transitional object given to him by the babysitter) but even without the shovel, he is unstoppable!

Thank Gd for the babies growing and us getting wiser. Before you know it, by chasing after SiM I'll get to lose some of the evidence of my love of food (unless of course I'll let my motherly pride take over and just watch him run around).

How to deal with rejection

A long long time ago, there was a joke making its rounds via the email where a guy politely declined to be laid off.

Don't know if my boss read this joke or not but today when I gave notice he told me he'll call me back and tell me where my new assignment is going to be.

Miscommunication or a great way to deal with rejection? I guess I'll have to wait and see.

The Simpsons or the case of mistaken identity.

Firstly, believe it or not, but there is a real Lisa Simpson working under some alias in the short term PT gym.
Thin lips, yellow hair, stocky. It took me months of self control not to call her Lisa in her face…
But this post is not about Lisa.
It’s about Maggie. There are a few Margaret residents @ work. Some like to be addressed by their full first name, some by their last name, some by some nick name/ abbreviation. There is one particularly friendly Margaret on the 5th floor- always says hi, asks how my kids are, etc.
Yesterday, I was on the unit and she was sitting close to nurses station. So I greeted her with “good morning Maggie”, we had a little chat. Then I came to the nurses station and the unit clerk said ‘Marge’. I raised by eyebrows. And she said again, “Marge, not Maggie”.
Blah. Apparently I mixed up my Simpsons and didn’t know about it.

Ma ma

Finally, my baby says ma ma. 50% of the time after I nudge him. Not bad, not bad at all.
And, today he turned 14 months ( though I'm embarrassed to admit I forgot to celebrate it- we ate cake and all, just forgot the occasion...).

We'll have to eat some cupcakes tomorrow.

Poor Aim

I work in the department which is blessed with mostly male therapists. It's a rare luxury because typically you have a bunch of women with a couple of token men who are periodically asked to stand up or 'transfer' a heavy patient.

But this luxury isn't free. For the past month ( at least), I've noticed that our gym's bathroom's stunk of urine. The urine not only splattered pretty much all of the toilet seat but accumulated in messy puddles next to the toilet. I know that the detail may be excessive for some but I'm providing it to draw a more or less vivid picture of the event. Now, this is not the one and only toilet your truly can use but non the less, the situation was becoming more and more annoying.

So last week I decided to post a sign.

When I picked up the sign from the printer I tested it on a couple of people sitting at the nurse's station (just in case). They laughed. And asked why do I need the sign. After a brief explanation they seemed skeeved .

So, I posted the sign. I thought it was short and to the point.

Well, whatever point it was, it was lost on the shooter. There were absolutely no comments in the gym after the appearance of the sign. But sadly, there was no reduction in puddles either.

I even thought that maybe the location of the sign is wrong but the only better place would be to actually place it ON the toilet. Sadly it seems that the boy with the poor aim is also the one with poor attention to detail.

Maybe I should make the sign yellow for emphasis?

PS. Yesterday, when I was telling the story to one of my friends I suddenly deduced that the clumsy one among us is most probably my assistant.

I'll stop here. Peace

Fluff Race

Just as I thought I don't have enough time in the day for anything I've discovered fluff racing.
Is there fluff racers anonymous?