I have the hots for Honest Abe now.
Movie night. mid-Dau is taking the boys to the Movies.
I was invited.
Thank god I don’t have to go.
Yay! Me!
At times, heaven is simply defined as having the home to oneself…
I turned 40 on Saturday and I’m not mad about it.
Perfect day with Sr. Weasel at the Detroit Institute of Arts with a fancy seafood dinner (fancy dinners are the way to my heart.)
Things have been moving forward in a good way. I’m in a better place than I was at 30, especially at 20… You know, 40’s not bad. I feel like it gets a bad rap for being the threshold into middle age, but I’ve been working hard for most of my adult life to get to a wiser, more mature place… And it’s paying off.
The older I’ve gotten, the happier I’ve been. No doubt there’s a point of diminishing returns, but I’m not there yet.
Yeah, I worry there’s another side to the bell curve, but so far, so good.
Wee Weasel turned three today. We gave him so many numbers he didn’t know what to do with himself. Number magnets, and a colorful number grid with wooden tiles 1-100. And some magnetic panels that click together three-dimensionally, which he likes us to shape into numbers.
But the big star of the show today was the enormous red #3 balloon my grandparents got him. Oh my God does he love that #3. He takes it on strolls through the house, singing, “Happy Birthday, Wee Weasel! Happy Birthday, Mama!” Since he doesn’t eat cake, we gave him chocolate chip cookies in a #3 shaped tin. He went to town on those cookies, which is lovely, because it’s the first time he’s had chocolate chip cookies and eating anything new is a big deal. He was happy to share his cookies but wouldn’t let that #3 tin out of his sight.
Nothing will ever make me as happy as numbers make my son. He literally cannot contain the excitement in his body. It’s so meaningful to see him enjoy these things. And though I’m not a real math fan, I sort of get it. Seeing the world through his eyes I’ve discovered that numbers are everywhere, they will always be there, they can always be counted on…
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No need to duck and run, that was beautifully written and you stuck the landing.
Yes, exactly. Bravo to the whole Weasel clan!!
On Thursday morning I finished 3 days of work. Nothing went wrong, nothing. We were on-time everywhere and the clouds were few & far between. Lots of people were happy to get where they were going with no hitches. My co-workers were all cool.
I love it when a plan comes together & stays together.
I’m in tears.
I got a long text from Sophia which began…
… not quoting it all, but she said…
… and …
… and she concludes:
No. You’re not crying. I am. And gladly.
The PTB(mid-Dau, chief cook) decided suppertime will now be about an hour later every evening. Bah!! Messes up my schedule.
Good news: I now get an extra snack. Whoo hoo!!
That’s so sweet. I got a text from my adult daughter that moved me to tears last week. I’d share it here, but I got something in my eye…
That’s amazing. Really truly like the Oscar of Dad achievements. How wonderful for her. And you.
Today we had a meeting with the psychologist evaluating Wee Weasel for autism. It went better than I could have hoped. The psychologist was both highly competent and compassionate. I was able to talk to her about my fear that the ADOS (administered by an adult) won’t capture the social issues he has with his peers, and she reassured us that it’s only part of the evaluation, and that the videos and info we sent her, and our questionnaires will all be used to inform her assessment. I got the impression that we’re all on the same page because she said, “It must be so frustrating waiting to jump all these diagnostic hurdles so you can get access to services. I’m hoping to help you with that.”
Another lovely thing she said is that she was so pleased to read our write up about Wee Weasel because we devoted a paragraph to everything we love about him and she usually sees things from parents that don’t identify a single positive thing about their child. I’m glad our love was showing. He is an extraordinary kid.
The ADOS is April 28th. We’re getting closer!
That is wonderful news, @Spice_Weasel. I have no advice, but words of encouragement and a sense that you are on the right path.
I was talking to Inna about raising Sophia (this was before the text above came in) and how my goal as a parent wasn’t to raise my child into some sort of mold, but to find out who my child is and raise them to be the best example of that.
You and Spouse_Weasel (assuming? you say “we” and “us” in the paragraphs) are obviously on the same journey. It’s not easy, largely because the kids are always changing faster than our expectations of them, but, long term, it is far easier to understand your child than to force them into something they’re not.
Oh, man, I love Spouse Weasel. I may have to retire Sr. Weasel.
This has been a crazy week that had its ups and downs, with the downs really scary and the ups the best things can be.
To start, Tuesday, 9am went in for a heart catherization. Went well, sort of, could not put in a stent so will have to get a bypass. Big downer, you would think, but by far not the worst news that day. After the procedure, I went back to the room to recover with an inflatable cuff on your wrist that gets loosened about every 15 minutes, they used a wrist artery for the catheter. I’m lying on the bed, eyes closed and relaxing, and my wife is sitting next to me texting everyone about the news. Next thing I remember
is looking up and seeing people gathered outside my door and staring at me. Hi people! And my wife was there looking scared as could be. They tell me that I flatlined for 30 seconds and had CPR by one of the nurses. WTF?
I had no recollection of anything happening, it was like when you go under for a colonoscopy, you’re there, things go black, then you’re back. On hindsight, there was no light in a tunnel, bummer. But, all in all, not a bad experience.
Doctors had no idea why this happened. Still don’t. Decided that it was worrisome enough that I was to stay overnight and get a pacemaker the next day. Wired up to a portable ECG and waited for a room.
Got to my room about noon, after a little while I got up to look out the window, started back to the bed and halfway there felt lightheaded, made it to the bed and laid back. Again next thing I remember is looking up and someone was standing next to me. This time I flatlined for 19 seconds but no CPR, just shaken. WTF, again?
After this it was decided that it can’t wait until the next day and I will be given my pacemaker that day and I was taken down at 3pm for my new toy. And just think, this all started only 6 hours ago. I am now scheduled for my bypass (CABG in medical speak) for this Wednesday, a little over a week from when it all started.
So, the good news is I am still alive. I am so thankful for the nurses and their fast response, they are amazing.
And, to make it better, today I got the estimate from the hospital for the upcoming CABG surgery, $218,000. My portion of it, $0. I am on Medicare with Medigap, Plan G.
Wow. I’m glad you’re alive, too! And I admire your spirit. Best of luck with recovery.
Their Indiana school district decided they couldn’t present an LGBTQ-friendly play. The kids raised money and did it anyway.
As of yesterday I am officially CompTIA Security+ certified. Which basically means I passed a test that proves I understand the basics of cybersecurity. Really I’m just happy that I don’t have to stress out over studying for said exam anymore.
Congratulations! I’m sure that’s a tremendous load off your back. What do you have planned now?
Yes, that’s a major accomplishment. Those aren’t easy exams. Good luck in converting that into career success.