A Mommy Story

I don’t think I can put together one coherent post today, so here’s a few snippets for you:

** I’m currently getting over the stomach flu. Exciting, eh? I thought I was invincible when I saw everyone else in the blogosphere sick last week, but apparently germs can travel through the internet, and here I am, home from work sipping chicken noodle soup and praying for it to stay down. (Oh, and as for the Hippo Diet? I think this stomach flu may help me give SlushTurtle a run for her money. Give me a tapeworm next and I’m a winner for sure!)

** Incidentally, yesterday I realized I was very sick while at work in the middle of an appointment with a student. Nothing like discussing the university with a new student, then being overcome with that hot wave of nausea. I had to excuse myself in the middle of the appt. to keep from throwing up in front of her. Not a great first impression of the university, is it? I somehow think she’ll never want to meet with me again. (I went home after that appointment.)

** My baby is 18 months old today! It’s hard for me to believe that she’s a year and a half old. I’d write a sappy letter to her here to celebrate, but I don’t think writing about her new talents of throwing one hell of a tantrum and her return to biting would be much to be proud of. She’s been Miss Attitude the past few days, and it hasn’t been pleasant to be around. Oh God, the terrible twos are here early, aren’t they?

** Speaking of terrible twos, how is it that Cordelia can be a little princess around large groups of people she’s barely met, charming every single one of them, and then revert right back to toddler monster as soon as its just us? Biting is reserved for me, and sometimes daddy. Large tantrums are just for us as well. I think she saves up all of her negative emotions throughout the day and unleashes it on us when we’re alone.

** Some were asking about Marlowe, the kitty who had surgery. He’s doing well, and will go back in another week for a testosterone check. If he’s clean, then no more surgery. If he’s not, more exploratory surgery to come. I hope for him (and our credit card) that he’s clean.

** Thanks to everyone for the shoe recommendations. We’re going to check out Clarks and Land’s End. We already have a pair of Preschoolians that fit her very well. And we love Robeez also, but now that she’s running we needed something with a little more support to it.

** For those surfing here through BlogMad‘s double credit day, I say “Hello!” Please don’t judge my humble blog off of this post. I’m nowhere near my A game today, thanks to lack of food, dehydration, and that pesky virus causing it. This is more like my F game. Oh, and if you’d like to join Blogmad, drop me an e-mail and I’ll send you an invite.

So that’s all I’ve got right now. I hope to be writing only semi-boring posts again soon for all of my readers. If you’re still here, that is.