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So last week, my parents came into town on Tuesday to spend some time with Maddie and to watch her while I snuck out to get a haircut.  They stayed through Wednesday and returned home.  Friday morning, I woke up to an alarming, erratic Facebook message from a relative in Argentina who I rarely speak to, asking what was wrong with my mother.  As you can imagine, I panicked (although at first I kind of laughed, thinking this aunt was cuckoo and had gotten my mom mixed up with someone else) and immediately called my dad to straighten things out. Part of me was thinking the worst, the other part slapped that feeling away because I was confident that if anything serious had happened, I would have been the first to be contacted, of course. When my dad picked up the phone, I heard beeping monitors and immediately knew he was in a hospital:(  He knew I was about to panic so he tried to calm me down, "everything is fine, but..." So my mom had been practicing the piano Thursday even

So today was speech therapy visit #11. I got frustrated today.  Actually, a little angry.  I do get angry a lot, I'll admit, but it's very rare for me to show it or display it in public.  I'm overly polite out in the world.  And then I come home and vent to you wonderful readers or to my husband. I got a little lesson today on how maybe once in awhile, it's good for one to showcase one's frustrations instead of being polite for fear of hurting the other person's feelings. We have been feeling for quite some time now, that Maddie's therapy sessions are, well, pointless.  It's all about performance and not about whether she is capable of talking or making certain sounds.  We've established that in therapy and at home. For the last two weeks, a grad student has been shadowing Maddie's therapist and the therapist has been sitting at her computer doing I don't know what.  I started getting a little peeved, because essentially, the student a

I am a completely unorganized blogger.  It would be so much easier if I just set aside a consistent time and day to write, no matter what, but no...I sit down maybe once a month and then struggle--not for lack of things to say--but with what to say first.  What was it again I thought would be valuable to put down into words the other day when I was doing the dishes?  I have no clue. It's March already, huh.  So the last big thing that happened was my grandmother's funeral, I suppose.  Oh, let's back up.  A few days prior to my grandma passing away, I got violently ill and for a good 3 weeks I was convinced I was pregnant.  But two negative pee sticks later and a visitation from Ms Flo got rid of that notion.  I was a little excited, too :(  So it must have been food poisoning. So very thankfully, I recovered just in time for our road trip to CT for the burial.  Maddie was amazingly good on the 8-9 hour car ride. And we only stopped twice for less than 30 minutes.  She'

Just wanted  to pop in quickly to share this recipe I made last night for dinner. It was pretty tasty and relatively easy to do. http://thebeeroness.com/2017/02/27/lager-simmered-chicken-thighs/?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+thebeeroness+%28The+Beeroness%29 When I have more time, I intend to write about our trip to Waterbury, CT for my grandma's funeral. It was very emotional but an extremely dignified ceremony. It meant a lot to see so many of our relatives come out to pay their respects. Maddie is also 20 months today! So many changes going on with her, as well. We just got back from speech study #5 and Maddie fell asleep in the car; I'm always uncertain of how to handle this-- do I sit in the car and let her sleep, or wake her and hope she doesn't throw a fit when I put her down to bed again? It's as delicate as handling a bomb, I swear:/ Anyway, it's a rainy, gloomy Monday and the rest of the day will be spen