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I’m tired. It’s been a long day.

I was up at 8 to get Luke to a WIC appointment by 9. WIC is a program that gets milk, fruit and whole grains to pregnant women, and children under the age of 5, and formula to babies. You have to be low income to qualify and be categorized as being at risk. When I’m pregnant I’m considered at risk because of my depression and because I’m lactose intolerant (which is funny because half of what you get is milk). Luke, this time, was considered at risk because it’s hard to convince him to eat meat. I was kinda surprised he’s allowed to remain in the program because the kid is so fat, and they look at that. Kid is in the 90th percentile for weight and 40th percentile for height. That gives him a BMI of 95%. Kid is chunky, monkey. Anyway, we were out of there by 9:30 and back home by 10.

After that things were pretty relaxing until the end of Luke’s nap. At which point Pat asked Thomas where his hip hurt. That whole trip to the doctor can be find here.

From there we spent some time with my mother-in-law and brother-in-laws. It made sense because they are like 1 street over from the doctor. Which was fine. I generally enjoy their company. But by that point I was tired and just wanted to be home. We did take Zach to dinner at the Chinese buffet that’s in that part of town. We love it but hardly ever eat there because it’s in a different part of town from where we live. Then we came home.

And now I’m feeling drained of any energy. It was a long day for me with 2 draining appointments.

I’m just glad Thomas seems to be ok. We’ll know for sure tomorrow either way.

So Thomas’s blog… I swear I’m going to kill him over it. Every 10 minutes he’s wanting me to write in it for him. He dictates, I type. And the entries are never long. And they are basically ramble. It’s hard to type the ramblings of a 6 year old. I’m sure it will make for an interesting read. I’m also posting in there from my mind, in his voice, like I did when he was a baby and I kept a live journal for him. It makes for a good break in nonsense. He has to approve anything I type though.

He is trying so hard though. And it gives him a good platform to feel like he’s being heard. It was hard at first because he was wanting to talk to “the guys” through it or Rachel, his aunt. As if it was a personal message to them. I finally convinced him that he wasn’t talking to one person but everyone in the world, not that I think his viewership will expand past family and friends. But it got my point across. I think it finally clicked because after 20 minutes or so he came back to me and asked, “Even China?”. “Yes baby, even China”.

So we’ve made some progress. And I’m trying to be very supportive with it. Like I said, I think he needs to be heard. Anyway, I think you should go check it out. It’s cute. You can find it here.

Oh! It’s name. “Jesse is a Punk”. Ask him why that and he’ll tell you it’s just what came to him. I thought it over and figured, why not. Jesse is a center figure in his life. He’s Uncle Jesse. And Uncle Jesse is indeed a punk. I did give Jesse the option of vetoing it but all Jesse did was laugh. So I took that to mean Jesse didn’t care. It isn’t like anyone knows the Jesse in question. And those who do, well, they would agree with Thomas anyway.

Which reminds me. I need to write an entry on all the “fun” things Jesse has taught my darling son.

God I want to go to bed but I can’t yet. I’m working on the laundry I couldn’t do earlier because first Luke was napping down there and then second because we weren’t home.

I’m currently listen to music, which I haven’t done much in months. It sucks though because my headphones are crap and I either blast the music louder than I’m in the mood for or I listen to Pat and his friends on vent over the music. Sometimes I hate ventrillo. It wouldn’t be so bad if I could join into the conversation but Pat is still deciding how he wants to set mine up so that we can both have it at the same time. Grrrr.

I’m going to shut up now.

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