John and Ansley

I’ve fallen behind on everything lately because I was out of town for a few days and then got into a week-long funk that hasn’t gone away. I thought I was just recovering from not sleeping well in LaGrange, but after so many days it’s clearly more than that. It is a problem when the task of getting Charlie and me ready in the morning makes me feel like passing out. (NO, I’m not pregnant!)

This morning, I schlepped a cranky boy to a new doctor that turned out to be one of those patronizing, cocky guys that know everything and you don’t. Grr. Sure, there are plenty of stupid and out-of-touch people everywhere. But I just happen to know my body very well and am obsessive about researching and finding out what I can about anything that happens to me or those around me. I go in every appointment with a little bit of knowledge, all the ailments that I’ve been able to rule out and if nothing else, a specific list of everything I am experiencing and any questions/concerns I’ve thought of. Unfortunately, there are doctors that can’t see past their own egos and this dude was no exception. I’m so annoyed. Of course I understand that being fatigued and nauseous is a little vague, but I’m not being melodramatic. Plopping my 23-month-old in front of the TV all day because I can’t do a thing is a PROBLEM.

*Grumble*

Charlie had fun making me sing “We just got a letter…” (Blue’s Clues) over and over in front of people while he waved a business card around. I hath no shame when it comes to keeping him quiet.

I’ve had some fun adventures with Charlie while I’ve been under the weather. I’ve felt so guilty for not getting him out of the house like I usually do every day, but he’s been more than happy to create his own entertainment around here. One of his new favorite activities is to make a big pallet and leap onto it from the highest possible surface. At first, he was jumping off the couch, bed, or ottoman onto the bare floor, which stressed me out because I didn’t feel like visiting the ER. So Charlie came up with his own solution! Neither John nor I showed him how to gather blankets and pillows on which to jump but he started doing it one morning. And once he noticed that his parents weren’t stressing out about the new jumping system, he kept building those pallets.

Yesterday he lost control and did an amazing flip, (really, I was impressed), and landed on top of his head and then onto his back where his feet crashed into a large, framed picture. The glass and frame were broken but Charlie was fine. He was back on the bed in 5 seconds and I had to catch him in mid-air to keep him from landing in the broken glass. Call me crazy, but moments like this make me so glad to have a boy. I love the rough and tumble, super energetic, Danger is his middle name personality! (Remind me of this when we’re on our way to the ER someday.)