She'd Have My Head

Hello again, my dear friends and family. I’ve thought about posting so many times over the last week, but for some reason it never seems to happen. This post, or some form of it, has been sitting in my drafts for no less than six days now. Why haven’t I just posted it already? There’s the super-secret crafty surprise we’ve been working on for the grandparents for Valentine’s Day, my recently renewed love of crochet, The Princess’s therapies, school, the job search, family time...so many reasons not to write.
Since I’ve been so lax in my updates lately, this is likely to be a long one. Here goes nothin’.

The Princess spent last weekend at her grumparents’ place, yukkin’ it up with Grumpa and snugglin’ with Grumma. All three of them had a blast together while The Hubbs and I took the weekend off. We went out to a nice dinner at one of our favorite Japanese places on Friday, followed by a few impromptu stops into shops that looked interesting. Weird, not having to spend the extra few minutes getting the stroller out of the trunk, strapping Kiddo in, and making sure we have all we need before venturing into the store. Naturally, the first place I wanted to stop was an educational toy store we’ve seen a million times, but have never visited. Go figure. A night without her, and we decide to spend it in a toy store! Let me tell you...it’s a different experience shopping sans The Princess. We walked through the store slowly, looking at what we wanted to see, meandering through the toys at a glacial pace. No one cried, screamed or pulled random things off the shelves. No one covered her ears or eyes, going into sensory overload. Nice? Yes. But it felt as though I was missing an arm.

It was certainly nice to see her again by the time Sunday rolled around. When we walked into my folks’ place, she immediately made good eye contact and came running, arms wide open, with a gigantic grin on her face. Ain’t nothin’ better than unconditional love, people. Remember that.

Therapies this week have gone well for the most part. The Princess and Julie aren’t getting along very well these days, but that seems to be a cycle. You see, Julie comes to the house twice a week to dictate what The Princess does, and the little princess either deals with it or…well…not. The past couple of weeks have been moving more toward battlegrounds than cooperative playgrounds, but I have to remember that she is two years old.

Lately, The Hubbs and I have been growing more concerned about The Princess's eyesight. She shows massive amounts of coordination for the most part, but then there are things which simply don’t seem to fit…she’ll be happily running from one end of the house to the other – which she’s done no less than seventeen million times – when she runs smack into the door. The other day she was walking through the hallway and biffed her head so hard on the metal gate that she came out with a bruise down her right cheek, from forehead to mouth. We can’t imagine what could be causing this clumsiness, short of some visual impairment. So, on my way home from school today I called the eye doctor’s office where I’ve been going since…well, forever. I explained to the lady on the phone that my daughter needs to have her eyes checked, and what the challenges are (in my eyes – no pun intended). These challenges include the fact that The Princess is non-verbal, and that she often has issues with sitting still and following tasks suggested by others. I was assured that Dr. Bert is fully capable of performing an exam on her and, since I already know and trust him and his staff, I made the appointment. A week from Tuesday, we’ll see if The Hubbs and I are right. If we are, I can’t imagine what it’s going to be like to get this kiddo to wear glasses…but we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.

School is going very well – just got my first quiz back in biology, and I got a 94. Not bad, considering the fact that biology was never my strong suit! I should hopefully find out tomorrow what I scored on the first psychology test, and I’m working on the first draft of my narrative essay for next Friday’s composition class. I’m enjoying all of my courses, and the instructors are great. It feels like a good fit, which is reassuring after being out of school for so long. I thought I may have lost what it takes to be a good student, but it’s all coming back…slowly but surely.

Good golly, will you look at this post?! It’s the wanderingest (I've just declared this a word.) thing I’ve ever seen. Whatever you do, don’t show it to my English teacher…she’d have my head.