Levi had a check-up yesterday and he had to get the last of all his immunizations. I had forgotten that 4 years old was the magic age of the last boosters to get them ready for school. Poor kid had to get 5 shots, and we hadn't missed any. They just keep adding things. Plus, the chicken pox and something else used to be combined, but not anymore. His poor little legs were pin cushions! He did great, cried a little and said he hates shots, but held still and braved his way thru it. His reward was a trip to the dollar store where he got a big bag of worthless crap for $10. Katie's mad because she got 3 shots a couple of weeks ago and she didn't get a bag of worthless crap. Honey, you wouldn't want the cheap stuff. We both know that bag of stuff for you would have cost WAY more than $10!
Speaking of expensive. Guess who managed to have her cell phone knocked into the hot tub? Ding ding ding, you are correct. Miss Katie. Why was her cell phone on the edge so close to the water? Well because she might just get a very important text message that required immediate action. It is still drying out in the hopes it begins to work again. If it doesn't, I am going to replace it with 2 tin cans and a string, and if she's lucky I will make sure there are no sharp edges.
Levi has a sniffly nose, so I told him not to touch baby Holly, not even a little. He looked at me and asked if he could still touch himself.
The new puppy is doing wonderfully! She is extremely smart and every time I take her out and say Go Potty, she does! She still has some accidents in the house, but she is doing so well. Plus, thanks to everyone who gave advice on the food. We switched her to a premium brand and her poo poo got harder and she quit going 6-8 times a day. She is a total comic, too. She and Levi are quite the pair!
Levi is loving school. He waivered a bit last week since he knew he had to get a shot to go to school. But once I convinced him he had to get the shot anyway, he decided school was 'great'. He had his first classmate birthday party on Saturday. Now people, let me ask you, who holds a little kids birthday party in January OUTSIDE? I mean, this is southern Texas, but the high was only 50 and the wind was blowing. We lasted about 1.5 hours and then had to leave. We didn't even have coats with us because who in their right mind would have a birthday party in january OUTSIDE?????
Levi is now planning his own birthday party. Poor kid doesn't realize it is 7 months away. He wants a Spiderman party with balloons (not the water kind) and a big blow up slide without water. He wants cake and a big pinata. Life is so easy when they are this age. Katie wants a live band and a new car for her birthday. Dream on girl!
We received an update from the agency about PBJ's case. It's almost comical, because it is the same information I told them in October, and November, and again in December. Anyway, the issues keeping her case locked up are that 1) the birthmother is Mayan, speaks a different dialect and is also painfully shy, 2) her documents have her listed as mute, and 3) the social worker thinks she might be mentally delayed and may not understand her rights well enough to relinquish a child. Apparently the attorney talked to the social worker and she is willing to fix her report to indicate the birth mother does understand, and that it should take about 3 weeks to get done (the report, not the case) I have no idea if the BM is deaf and/or mute. I have no idea if she is mentally delayed. For all I know she could be an alien. (No, not the build-a-fence to keep them out kind of alien, but the creepy Area 51, UFO-flying kind) I was told way back in October that they had already had the hearing in front of the judge and that the judge was ruling favorably. Oh, but wait, he decided to go on vacation for 6 weeks without signing off on our case. Come on people, do I look like I just fell off the turnip truck? (Don't answer that!) If the judge had already ruled why would they be waiting for a social workers report?
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It seems to me I have seen a lot of turnip trucks in Iowa and those that have fallen off of them, as well... Not to point any fingers mind you.
Just joking. I am glad that I am too far away to punch!
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