No star Monday morning. A star Tuesday. A star Wednesday!
Sunday night was bad. I called the pediatrician Monday. After a discussion, she recommended an occupational therapist to look at sensory issues.
Whadda surprise. (Not really.) So off we trek tomorrow morning so Dotter can "play" with the therapist. Covered by insurance (yay!).
Our "Year of the Visitors" continues; I had thought that the end of summer would bring an end to visitors. Hah. MIL #2, a lovely woman (MIL #1 is also a lovely woman), called Monday night. Think southern accent: "Oh, hi, Kate! We were planning to go visit some friends (insert long discussion about friends here) in Palm Desert, so we thought we'd stop over the weekend to see y'all!" "The weekend" means this weekend. Urk! So OmegaDad is taking Friday off to clean house. And then they're going to stay the weekend on the way back.
We have the Autumn Moon Festival on Friday, visitors this weekend, the first of my Society of Geeky Gal plays to attend next Friday, a birthday party the next day, then the visitors again the weekend after that...then...?
Looking over my blog-hits-via-searches, I found this--"What is the name of a guy who blew the longest strand of spaghetti out of his nose? And how long was the strand?"--in amongst the "boy made to wear girly dress", "grandma attic parties", "old grandma costumes", and "MY AUNT DIAPERED ME" searches.
Some people are really weird.