So a wonderful thing happened today....a laryngeal cleft mom contacted me to share our stories!! Yahoo! I have never been big on social networking. My hubby and I are not fans of Facebook, we do not like putting pictures of Sloane on the web and youtube videos of her are a big no-no but after today's development...I love blogging as social networking! I hope A Sip Of Heaven finds many more LC moms. I am beyond excited to commiserate with my new LC friend/mom.
We had a busy 2 days doing I do not know what. Oh, yes I do. Sloane and I spent some time arguing through her new word. NO!! And then just as we were settling in with this development in her vocabulary, a strange thing happened....she started using the word MINE! NO and MINE within 48 hours. There should be a law against it. It has been very cute because it is novel. Im sure in about one week I will not be saying the same thing. The only thing Sloane isnt saying NO to is her JU and everything is now MINE.
Yesterday, we did an errand for poppie and it happened again. An elderly woman said "what a cute little boy!" I replied that it was a she. And the old geezer said "then why do you have a boy's haircut on her?" Hahaha. The woman in the office working where we were burst out laughing. I replied that my daughter's hair hasn't come in yet. The lady said "well, she is cute anyhow." Can you stand it??? Sloane had on bell bottom jeans, white uggs, and a hot pink vest with hearts on it. I had to laugh on our way back to the car.
Here is my advertisement for the week. Usually I am bragging about Trader Joe's. My cousin says I should be on their commercial like the ladies who like Christmas Shoppe. Well, move over Trader Joe's, this week I love Starbucks. I was in a pinch yesterday because I didn't have the feeding tube with me. I think it is ridiculous that I haven't learned. I think my errands will be quicker than they are and leave the tube at home. WHY?? This isn't my first day at the rodeo??? Anyways, Sloane was getting drowsy. Here's the issue...an empty belly = a short nap so I needed something quick to fill my baby up. I pulled up to the Starbucks drive-thru and purchased a Protein Box. It is like Sloane's favorites wrapped up in one. Hard boiled eggs, cheese, apple slices, grapes and a dollop of peanut butter. Heaven to Sloane and a savior to mom!! Not exactly an ideal substitute for lunch at home, but Starbucks now has my go-to in a quick pinch for Sloane.
Yesterday, was my mom's birthday. Normally, I head to the cemetery and do my thing, but this year I decided to celebrate with my daughter outside in the fresh air. I think if my mom were here, it is exactly how she would have wanted to spend the day. Outside playing with her granddaughter/s.
My mother's birthday isn't a national holiday for everyone. It is a day that I do not have to share with anyone. My brother and I chat about it but we even have our own thoughts about it. My aunt did suggest a dinner of sushi last night to give this mommy a time-out in honor of her mom. A gesture that touched my heart and company that warmed it.
Today was the dreaded annual OB/GYN appointment. Love my dr, but she was one hour behind today. What a pain in the ass!I had no worries with Sloane's babysitter, but I kept feeling incredibly guilty because I advertised I would be home in an hour but in fact I was 2 1/2. It is the worst feeling. Lately, things/lines/cashiers are taking too long, I want to scream out. Hello, I have a toddler with me/or at home......hurry the fuck up!!!
Sloane does NOTHING slowly. She is in constant motion when she is awake. Until tonight, we saw something that Sloane did ever so slowly. She was concentrating so hard on her eye hand coordination, there wasn't a peep, not a sound for about 10 minutes. In toddler time, that is like 3 hours. What was it? What made Sloane resemble a neurosurgeon??? A dish of raspberry sherbet!!!! She couldn't get enough....constant hand to mouth precision..not a drip, not a spill, not a drop left in the dish or on the spoon.
My daughter is a girl after my own heart!!
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