The boys are off fishing again and I've just put a dozen blueberry muffins in the oven to bake and I'm listening to some classic Prince, so I thought I better take advantage of the time...
Gavin hasn't been sleeping well for the last month....ever since school let out he's been waking me up at 1:30am every night and subsequent increments of 30 minutes until I relent and let him sleep on the floor on my side of the bed. We visited his pediatrician who recommended we try establishing a regular sleep pattern (which we already had implemented in an attempt to curb the waking) and taking 3mg of melatonin about 20 minutes before bed. It seemed to work for about a week, but last night it was back to the regular 1:30am visit. He says that he's scared, but is unwilling to elaborate on what it is he's scared of....anybody have any advice?
I've been working at my job for the past 8 months and I'd just like to say out to the patients in the universe: please stop touching the weights on my scale. If it needs to go up another 50 pounds, I will do it. Also, if you tell me on the phone that you need an appointment because you have a sore throat and when I ask you if there's anything else you'd like to talk to the doctor about and you say "no" and then show up to your 10 minute scheduled appointment with a list of 12 things that have been bothering you since 1997, don't get angry when I tell you that you'll have to schedule another appointment to deal with all of those. Oh, and if you're late to an appointment, just apologize, don't blame it on my colleague by claiming they told you the wrong time, we both know that's not true. And no, I don't believe you when you say you got lost, when we just saw you last week!
I've been watching Breaking Pointe on the CW. It's a limited-series reality tv show following a handful of ballet dancers at Ballet West in Salt Lake. It's so interesting to see how similar all the arts seem to be. They're filled with extremely talented and inherently insecure people.
Speaking of the arts, I've been thinking about taking tap lessons again, but there are absolutely no places that offer tap to grown-ups. Sigh. I guess it's all for the best, since I wouldn't know what to do taking a tap class I could actually wear tap shoes in! Cream in my Coffee 4EVER!
Ann-ette, just accept that you have lost the battle to keep things gender-neutral and gun-free in your home. I raised Gavin the same way and one of his favorite things to do is shoot the bee-bee gun off the back deck at innocent empty bottles and foam targets. And perhaps your husband, my husband and My Name's Not Ray should get together and shoot guns....Christopher has a pretty impressive gun collection that I'm sure he'd be happy to share with the Pyne/Christie boys! I also want it noted that the story about the Shooting Things was adorable on so many different levels, but that all I really came away with was the fact that you have a 1 year old and a 3 year old and you make time to vacuum your bedroom.....I don't remember the last time I vacuumed my bedroom....seriously. Also, I love you and want to comment on all of your blogs too, but I'm usually reading them while I'm eating lunch and I've got to hurry and set up for a pap smear and therefore can't comment!
Ummmm....is anybody watching So You Think You Can Dance?!?! Pleeeeease say yes and let's discuss who you think should be in the Top 20! Also, if I had balls, I'd totally cut my hair like Amelia's, but then I'd have to always wash my bangs, and boy is that a hassle, am I right, Annette?!