Monday, Monday

Well. When I woke up this morning I had every intention of not slacking on my blogging duties. Honestly. But between blogger sucking ass and not letting me upload any pictures and a crazy 2 year old demanding every second of my attention...well...you know what happened. I slacked.

It's now Monday evening and I'm finally getting a few hours to myself. The house is quiet...the 2 year old is off to bed...the husband is in Chicago.

Me time.

So here we go, with a slightly random update of all things me and mine. I know a few posts ago I went on about how I did nothing over my "break". That wasn't completely true. I took my son to the eye doctors. (I know...wild and crazy). Anyway, he was diagnosed with Strabismus (Accommodative Esotropia), which in his case means that when he tries to focus to see clearly his right eye turns inward. Apparently it is a hereditary condition, but since neither my husband or I know of anyone that's had it, I'm guessing it may have come from my MIA father's side. If left untreated, his eye could become "lazy" and he could eventually stop using it altogether. For the time being we're trying to straighten his eyes with glasses (surgery is a last resort). You would think that making a two year old wear glasses would be quite a challenging task, but it's actually been easy. He pretty much took to them right away and wears them the majority of each day with a few breaks in between. I took him for his second appt. today and they appear to helping, so yay!! Here's my little guy with his new big boy look.



People are always asking me how old he is. That's what mom's do I guess. You meet someone and their child at the park...what's the first thing you ask? "How old is he/she?". I think it's because we're secretly comparing our child to theirs...but sshhhh!!!...don't tell anyone...no mother would admit to it anyway. Okay, sorry..back on track...when I tell them he's two, I always get the EXACT SAME ANSWER. "WOW...he's big for two". He is, I guess. Kind of...but not freakishly big or anything. Not big enough to warrant a WOW. At least I don't think so. But now, with his glasses, I've had two people tell me they thought he was four. Yikes! (yeah...I do realize I just said yikes)

Moving on. I don't think we've managed to plant the seed this month either. Driving home from Jack's appt. I started to think about the whole hereditary thing and what else he could inherit from us and I lost it. I wasn't just crying, but bawling, while I was driving, with my son in the car. Yeah. Luckily we weren't too far from home, but I did have to stop at the post office and smile through my red blotchy face, like I wasn't a complete crazy person. I think what got me, was thinking about the anxiety...and then thinking of my son having to feel that kind of fear...it was too much. Normally my train of thought doesn't head off in that direction. Wait. Who am I kidding? My train of thought lives off in that direction, but normally I don't break down crying about out in the car. So why today? PMS. That's what I'm thinking. So, therefore, no planted seed. That's my theory anyway.

Last weekend, the little man and I hopped in the car and went on a picture taking extravaganza. Blogger is being a bitch once more and isn't letting me add them so I'll post a few later in the week.

Time to go back to work. :)