What She Wore: Black, pin-tucked, short-sleeve shirt with a mandarin collar; dark blue jean capris; houndshooth flats. I am loving these little flats I tell ya.
Well, I am experimenting with some other sites, but I’ll let you know if make a real move. Honestly, I like the simplicity that you get other places, but I do think that Spaces Live has a commenting community that you don’t find other places. In a lot of ways I’m a complete comment whore, so I’m not sure how I’d feel about that.
I’m really not sure what to say here. The Hub and I may have found a house. Smaller and older than our last house, and more expensive. Sigh. That’s what happens when you move to a bigger metropolitan area. I’ve been crunching the numbers and our little Bino in making our choices slim. I’m quite excited about this place, though, so keep your fingers crossed. It’s in a cute area, has a big front porch and a nice back yard, is well-maintained for it’s age, and it has the oh-so-important detail: a big enough kitchen. The Hub likes to cook, and I like to entertain, so this is a must–it’s an older kitchen, but all that matters is basic size and layout. This kitchen has exactly what we want with both.
I took the Bino to the nuerologist last week and it didn’t ruin my entire weekend. Yay. The doctor found Charlie to be a little tight, but didn’t recommend any interventions other than the physical/occupational therapy that we’ve already applied for. She was pleased to see how well he opened and closed his hands since this is often a problem for kids who have had head injuries. As I have mentioned before, I have been VERY worried about Charlie’s vision, and I told her so. Next week is our official opthamologist appointment, but the nuerologist seemed to think that his visual processing is fine, and that he is having a muscular problem keeping his eyes together–this forces him to pick an eye to look with. She’s the second one to voice this opinion, so I’m starting to think that’s probably the issue. That makes me pretty happy since that’s a relatively minor surgical fix (out-patient, baby!).
Next week we see the opthamologist for her opinion, and also the nuerosurgeon to see if pressure seems to be building in the little man’s head. I’ve been feeling his soft spot every day, and it seems a lot softer, so I’m getting hopeful that we won’t need surgical intervention for his brain. I’m thinking that I may be able to avoid the mud hut, but if Friday finds me ranting about needing a drink then you’ll know I heard something I didn’t want to. Nonetheless, I feel hopeful and he continues to amaze me. This weekend he would spend hours cooing–like he was having a conversation with you. He also has DEFINITE opinions about music–the Leapfrog stuff that I think sounds sappy totally rocks his world. End result? Mommy went out and bought a Leapfrog toy that sings a bunch of songs. I’m a sucker for that kid–a complete sucker.
Hope your weekend went well.