4 years and 10 days...

Until I turn 4-0.
What the what?  That's insane!!

Anyway, long time no write.  Life has been busy, true.  Busier all the time.  The little dude agrees.  He's been dragging himself across the floor for more than a month now.  I'm not sure he'll ever get what I consider "real crawling" down.  It might always be a modified worm.  Either way, he's mobile.  Mobile enough to roll right off the changing table and if that wasn't enough to scare the life out of me...  Our first and hopefully only ambulance ride.  I feel a little silly about that now, but not really.  How could I have taken him anywhere myself?  He couldn't keep his eyes open, couldn't see or hear me, was vomiting and wimpering.  I couldn't really put the boy in his rear facing car seat and just hope he stayed awake until we got to a hospital.  Right?

Suffice it to say that it was an incredibly traumatic experience for all of us.  At his 9 month check-up this morning, our pediatrician said that we will need to be the most vigilant in watching him during the next 9 months as it will take him at least that long to develop any sort of impulse control.  Huh.  I'm nervous that we won't do a good job keeping an eye on him/keeping him safe.  I suppose we need to spend some time doing some serious baby-proofing. 

What else is going on?  Been super busy at work these days.  Planning an event that I dreamed up in addition to taking care of my routine tasks.  Why do I dream up additional work for myself you might ask.  Well, it's the only thing keeping me going at this point, on the work front.  It's new, challenging, a little exciting...  I'm so frustrated with my supervisor and his inability supervising, I could tear out all of my hair and his.  And he's got a lot of hair.  (As I do.)

So, work's busy.  Big D is busy with regular work and then theater stuff on top of that, so we haven't had much relaxing hang out time as of late.  Poo.  One more week and then things may settle down a bit.

My one remaining grand parent has developed something called "Sundowners", which seems to mean she goes completely insane as soon as the sun starts to set. Her sanity doesn't resume until the sun rises the following day.  This is a bizarre phenomenon.  I don't understand how this works or why this happens.  Would it still happen if she couldn't see the sun/moon?  Is it like turning into a werewolf, only less cool?   I'm sure my mom would tell me it's nothing like werewolf.  Wish I lived closer so I could be of some help or support to her.  She's done pretty much all the care taking for both of her parents during their final years and it's really worn her down.

Our baby will be 1 year old in less than 3 months.  That seems completely ridiculous.  I find that so hard to believe.  At 25lbs, he doesn't seem that much like a baby anymore.  Huh.  I'm a bit conflicted about weaning.  I fancy us all sleeping through the night (but mostly me since I haven't had the opportunity to do that in 9 long months) but I also enjoy our quiet time together at night when he nurses.  And, it's only 1x night which is sooooo much better than when he was a wee tiny baby.  I barely even remember what he was like then.

Earlier this evening, when I was feeding the dude some dinner (lentils, which he liked & spinach, which he continues to dislike), there was a horrible crash of what sounded like heavy metal items.  I happened to be on the phone with my mom at the time and she thought it may have been a traffic accident outside. It felt so close, I was (and still am) certain that the noise came from inside our house.  I hate this kind of stuff - scary stuff that you can't see.  Ugh.  It's like a movie.  Anyway, I walked all over the housing hold the phone and talking to my mom.  Didn't find a thing.  And no, it wasn't a traffic accident.  The only other thing it could be is a person or animal hiding out under the crawlspace at the back of our house.  I took a brief walk out there but didn't feel brave enough to go poking around by myself.  If that was the case though, wouldn't there have been foot prints (animal or human) in the snow?

I am totally creeping myself out.