I've been killing time as best I can. Which isn't hard around here. Sometimes I wish I had more time to kill.
We struggle a lot on some things. He still doesn't talk much. He doesn't call me momma or A dadda. He knows that A is dadda, because I'll say, "Where's dadda?" and he'll look for him. He did say dadda earlier while looking for A (who was at work)... he definitely loves his dadda! He doesn't say bye-bye, but he will say "Hi" and "Hey." He runs around with his toys yelling, "Aaaa riii!" (translation: All right!) and "Ohhh breee!" (translation: Oh boy!). His first words were either "Hi dadda!" or "All right!" depending on how you want to count it. He said 'bubbles' last night. Once. He just doesn't seem interested in talking right now.
Just like clapping- no interest whatsoever.
He still chases the cats, proceeds to tackle them, and lick them. Some cats let him. Ugh. I intercept them all the time. So. weird.
He's very orally fixated... when it comes to inanimate objects. Food, not so much. We still struggle with solids- he would eat pureed food forever if he got his way. He does put away lasagna though. He loves lasagna and spaghetti! Mmmm. I'll have to start making it more often, ha! He does not like jelly... among other things. Like most veggies. And fruit. And meat.
Aside from V keeping me on my toes, I got a sewing machine for my birthday (yay!) and I've been trying my hand at that. I haven't taken a home economics class in... umm... a long time. Maybe 14-18 years? I learned basic sewing in middle school and high school, but I only remember how to thread the machine and to make it go. Still, I have great ambitions. I've started on Halloween Costumes this year (We're all going Doctor Who themed! I hope. If things work out.) and I got some retro Star Trek fabric that I'm turning into a skirt. You read that right. I am a dork, and I know it. I can't sew a straight hem to save my life though... can we just pretend that it gives my work character?
No? Ah man.
I'm crocheting a baby blanket for my brother's baby that's due in July. They found out it's a boy. Some of my brother's posts on FB about that are hard because he likes to brag and make jokes about how fertile he is. Without thinking about his sisters who all went through fertility issues of one sort (me, one with a still birth, and the other with 5 years infertility that resolved with adoption). I know he doesn't think about it, and he's allowed to brag and be happy, I'm just saying that it's hard sometimes.
I'm 7dpo and I had the trigger 8 days ago. It should be out of my system by now, but I'm going to test later tonight to see.
On today's agenda: sticking to my diet (big issue of the day, ugh), jogging, crocheting some more, and finally watching The Hobbit!
As a matter of fact, V's napping now so I better go get that jog in while I can. Cheers!