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Dragged into the Twenty-First Century
Dec. 4th, 2007 11:00 amI'm now also available for your friending pleasure on Facebook.
Jesus.
I suspect I will take some time later tonight and hook Tate up as well. *shakes head*
Anyway, in the land of Lyda not much is terribly new. Mason got his first-ever invite to a birthday party. I feel so proud. My little boy is out making his own friends. I'm sure this seems really late in his life to be making friends, but as I've posted before one of the main reasons we signed Mason up for Pre-K was so that he wouldn't be quite so isolated as he was when I was his sole care-provider, as it were. As I've said here and elsewhere, despite being the queen of schmooze in my own profession, I absolutely suck at the whole buddy-up-to-the-random-stay-at-home-parents-you-meet-at-playgroup thing. So Mason has never really had an opportunity to make friends thanks to my inaptitute in this department. So this whole thing is way cool. Plus, I was just warmed to the depth of my black heart when Mason, who was out of school yesterday came into to another kid yelling, "hey, Mason!" in obvious excitement to tell him something (Dalton actually got shushed by Mrs. R.) I suspect Mason is already far more popular than Shawn or I have ever been.
Thanks for all the well wishes regarding Mason's health. He slept pretty well last night, which is great considering we really only had a chance to do one dose with the nebulizer. I think he's well on his way to recovery, at any rate. We haven't done the steriods yet, and I'll be curious to see how he reacts. Thanks to all the advice I got, we're going to try the steroids in the afternoon so if he is cranky and/or hyper, it will be during the day and not right before bedtime.
Also, I came home yesterday to British money which I wasn't expecting. Shawn and I are definately going to be remodling/fixing the downstairs bathroom now. Whoot.
I'm bummed however because Shawn reminded me that tomorrow Mason has off school thanks to some weird half-day inservice thing or another at Crossroads. Captain America is going to have delay his workout AGAIN. How am I ever going to be buff by forty-five at this rate??!! Oh the humanity!
Curse-it-curse-it-grumble-grumble.
Jesus.
I suspect I will take some time later tonight and hook Tate up as well. *shakes head*
Anyway, in the land of Lyda not much is terribly new. Mason got his first-ever invite to a birthday party. I feel so proud. My little boy is out making his own friends. I'm sure this seems really late in his life to be making friends, but as I've posted before one of the main reasons we signed Mason up for Pre-K was so that he wouldn't be quite so isolated as he was when I was his sole care-provider, as it were. As I've said here and elsewhere, despite being the queen of schmooze in my own profession, I absolutely suck at the whole buddy-up-to-the-random-stay-at-home-parents-you-meet-at-playgroup thing. So Mason has never really had an opportunity to make friends thanks to my inaptitute in this department. So this whole thing is way cool. Plus, I was just warmed to the depth of my black heart when Mason, who was out of school yesterday came into to another kid yelling, "hey, Mason!" in obvious excitement to tell him something (Dalton actually got shushed by Mrs. R.) I suspect Mason is already far more popular than Shawn or I have ever been.
Thanks for all the well wishes regarding Mason's health. He slept pretty well last night, which is great considering we really only had a chance to do one dose with the nebulizer. I think he's well on his way to recovery, at any rate. We haven't done the steriods yet, and I'll be curious to see how he reacts. Thanks to all the advice I got, we're going to try the steroids in the afternoon so if he is cranky and/or hyper, it will be during the day and not right before bedtime.
Also, I came home yesterday to British money which I wasn't expecting. Shawn and I are definately going to be remodling/fixing the downstairs bathroom now. Whoot.
I'm bummed however because Shawn reminded me that tomorrow Mason has off school thanks to some weird half-day inservice thing or another at Crossroads. Captain America is going to have delay his workout AGAIN. How am I ever going to be buff by forty-five at this rate??!! Oh the humanity!
Curse-it-curse-it-grumble-grumble.
