Oops! I did! I'm sorry Boomer.
:-)
Overall it does sound like good news. That's a vivid picture, though, 9-month-old-baby-sized people talking and eating pepperoni pizza.
I know former preemies who stayed tiny their whole lives, one of my clients was 19 and the size of a 9-year-old, or so. She was otherwise healthy, just absolutely teeny.
(Another "I don't really know you but I know enough about you to know I'm happy to see you here" wave at Blaise...)
Wow, Blaise, you're popular with the ladies.
Whaaa? Huh?
You did what littlek?
I'm sorry. It's late. I'm cooking dinner and trying to think at the same time.
I most certainly am in a better place than when I started this thread.
But that was a really bad place.
I swear.
And I mean this in the best possible way....
There is no trash like white trash.
And this from a girl who belives in recycling!
Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry.
Sometimes words make me gag and I have to Heimlich them out.
Do I sound bitter?
Really and truly I am not.
I apologized for calling you Soz (imagine confusing the names of two of my favorite A2Kers!).
You don't sound bitter, you sound tired and a little at a loss.
Called you me!
(Sorry, I liked how a sentence could be so little, so confusing, and yet actually contain meaning, but I know about the cooking and trying to think simultaneously thing so translation -- littlek realized that she did accidently address you as "soz".)
And I hear ya on the trash bit. Sigh.
Thanks, Sozobe. The ol' "I don't know ya but folks I know know ya so you're alright in my book" wave right back atcha.
Boomer, you could always go the Laura Bush/Stepford wife route and have nothing whatsoever effect you but then you wouldn't really be you, eh.
Boomer--
I have a hunch Multi-Track Worry is one of the characteristics of a successful mother.
You do outgrow the Squirrel Cage of Dither, but before you outgrow it you travel mile after mile after repetitive mile.
Good news that the girls are back in town.
Hold your dominion.
