It's gone.

My mind. It's gone. All the things I had stored up there to blog about when I finally had a free moment are just gone. Vanished. Oh well. It's not like I have a crowd of eager, waiting fans. So, you'll get another random update.

132. That's the poundage I remain at. I am actually okay with it (still can't believe I let the world know my weight, that's a huge thing for me). But, my ultimate goal, before having another baby is to lose 7 more pounds and weigh in at 125. Wow. I haven't seen that number since I was playing JV Tennis. That would be just awesome. I don't know how possible it is, since it's toning that I need now, not weight loss. And we all know that muscle weighs more than fat. So I might end up weighing the same but be toned. I can deal with that.

Kian is well into the 'no' phase. Even if he means 'yes', he says 'no'. Do you want juice? "no". He says it with such a cute inflection too. His vocabulary is just exploding right now. He's going to be well over the 50 words "required" for 18 month olds. Yesterday, he was in the stroller after returning from our walk and he saw his bike in the garage. He says "bike, pease, bike". Of course I had to let him out and get on it, even in sock feet, just for putting all those words together. He says please a lot, brings us books to read and says please, or to open tops of things. He used to say thank you (his version of it) but he hasn't done that in awhile. Not for my lack of trying.

Kevin and I are going to Toronto Thursday for the Yankees game (Kevin's birthday present) and then staying overnight (our anniversary present). Friday morning's breakfast is included in the hotel stay. Then we will do a little shopping and sight-seeing before returning home Friday night. Kourtney will be staying with Kian. I am a little nervous as it is the first time we've left him for more than 8 hours. But, I think he'll be fine. Let's hope Kourtney is too. ha! We're excited to get away for awhile by ourselves. It will be nice to have a break from work, housework, etc. and just be together for a bit.

Work is still ridiculously busy. I have almost 60 cases still, having to see 1/3 of them this month. And still keep up with progress notes, reports, record reviews, phone calls to the other 2/3s I haven't seen yet this month. Right. That will definitely happen. Oh, well. I'm not stressing. I just do what I can, do what the clients need, and well, the rest will come later. I refuse to stress myself out about work, which negatively affects Kevin and Kian, my home, my entire attitude throughout the week. So, if things are late or not done on time, oh well. I'll do my job properly, take care of my clients to the best of my ability and get what I can finished on time. It will be done eventually.

Kian has his 15 month check-up tomorrow. I know he's definitely gained weight. So they shouldn't say anything about that. I'm curious if he's grown much taller. I think he may have grown a bit, but nothing significant that I can see. He is still wearing lots of 12 month clothes, some 18 month. But, most of the 18 month sizes he has are still pretty big. I'm fine with him being a little peanut for now. I know he won't be super tall, since neither Kevin or I are-we're just 'average height'. I am watching his one ankle. I know he's a new walker, but his right ankle tends to roll/turn in a bit and I don't particularly like that. I think it will get better, but being so involved with development, delays and all these disorders I am hyper vigilant to these things. It's a curse and a blessing. I'll give an update on the appointment tomorrow to bore you more. =)

Now, it's off to watch the season premiere of HOUSE!! I *heart* that show!


Rosie : ) said...

I love House, too. I had to buy all four seasons of the DVDs. It's the type of show you can watch quite a few times and still notice new things. :)

Your son will be fine, and it will do you both good to leave him for a bit. The kids always end up *loving* every single minute away, mostly because they have the complete and full attention of the person babysitting them.

Anonymous said...

You stink too.