I wasn't going to write until I had the new web pages up, but that's taking longer than I thought it would. So I thought I'd post a few little things.
1) The woman I was ranting about in my last entry is scheduled for a c-section at 39 weeks. Shocker, huh?
2) My friend at work was induced on Wednesday. I got a note that her son was born and everybody was fine. No further details - but I was so glad to hear the news. I have a tendency to worry - even about very unlikely things - until I hear otherwise.
3) The light department says our pole is operational. Steve observes, however, that it doesn't seem to have an antenna mounted on top. We have the Internet kit, but I'll call them Tuesday to make sure the pole really and truly is supposed to look the way it does. If all is well, weather permitting we'll put the receiver up next weekend. And then...the migration toward telecommuting begins!
4) Em's been a bit off her game. Last week she skipped a nap at day care - which I think is a first. Not only did she skip her nap; she ran around the room shrieking and waking up the other kids. Oh, she must have been a staff favorite that day! There are a number of things going on: first, she's getting more molars, and has been complaining of tooth pain. Second, her best friend at day care has been moved to the preschool room. Third, SHE is due to head toward the preschool room by February 25th. That's a lot of change, all at once. Not to mention her cognitive development - she's grasping more and more abstract concepts every day. Plus, it takes a lot of energy being the World's Tallest Toddler.
(Actually, she's not the World's Tallest. She's about 38" tall, which puts her at about the 88th percentile - funny, since she's taller than ALL of her peers at day care - and she weighs 32 pounds, which is about the 76th percentile. All that puts her a wee bit over the 50th in weight-for-height - a beanpole, but still healthy. Yes, I am interested in statistics like this, and in a way I'm glad she's not off the charts anymore - I started wondering about giantism and growth problems. Good grief, I'm paranoid!)
She also regularly says "I love you, Mommy" now. Sometimes she may actually mean it; but most of the time she says it when she's got me in a headlock and is using aggressive cuddling as an excuse not to go to sleep. I have to say, it doesn't bother me that much, although eventually I have to curb things a bit or she'll be up half the night. Clearly, though, she's recognized it's something I like to hear. So in some ways, Mommy isn't so hard to manipulate.