Some things, in no particular order:
- Stella’s presentation at school went so well. I’m still beaming about it 2 days later. She had so much fun standing up in front of her peers and introducing her video and poster. Her video was very well-received, to put it mildly. Even the Harpy smiled and sent a message to another teacher to come see it. When I picked Stella up that afternoon, all the ladies in the carpool told me how cool and good it was. My daughter got to be the cool kid on Monday – not the “different” kid. How marvelous is that?
- I sometimes drive a few hours west for work. There are these wonderful birds called cackles, I think. They make this odd whistle and have the neatest mannerism. I like to stop at gas stations and get some kind of random snack to feed them. No, I don’t break out into “Feed the Birds” a la Mary Poppins.
- Felix continues to make me laugh every single day. He now loves to sing Ride of the Valkyries. He knows that that’s not Beethoven, but “Fognut.” He builds stuff out of anything he can find: pine straw, pieces of wood, sticks, gears. He’s always building something. He will also go up to you know and go “Pew! Pew!” if he gets pissed. I guess he’s shooting people with cuteness – only without any kind of pretend firearm? It’s funny only because he’s about as non-threatening as they come.
- I’m cautiously optimistic about Stella and the meds. It’s only day 5 but she seems a lot more present. She’s gotten all green dots at school. More importantly, she still seems like Stella. They do wear off about 4:00-5:00, and then things unravel pretty spectacularly. She’s tossed and turned a bit more than usual at night, but otherwise there seem to be no major side effects. Perhaps a slightly diminished appetite. I know this chapter is only beginning. I know it’s still going to be a long road. But I’m starting to accept the fact that meds are not horrible. I think this will end up like when Felix had tubes put in. I was hysterical that my little boy was being put under for perhaps unnecessary and over-prescribed surgery. We haven’t had an ear infection or antibiotics since. I feel like a moron for getting so worked up.
- If you see my husband tell him to FIX THE SINK for my mother’s day present, si?