Even though I've been technically done with school for 3 weeks, this past week has felt like the first real week of summer, mainly because I haven't had any meetings, evaluations to do, or appointments other than play dates and Edward's one year check-up. That means now I have time to blog (yay), clean, (boo!) and catch up on Doctor Who reruns (double yay!)
Yesterday felt downright decadent because I got to spend pretty much the entire day with my friend Benita, a fellow blogger (check her out at http://fashioncheese.blogspot.com/) and her baby girl. I got to BROWSE makeup aisles, rather than make a snap decision and run because I had to get to the next thing. I also got to bounce my mommy concerns off of another mom. At Edward's appointment, the doctor showed a little concern because he isn't addressing me and William as mama and dada yet. If he's not doing this by 15 months then there might be something wrong. No parent likes to hear their might be something wrong with their child, even in potentia. I'd say I'm not worried because otherwise he's perfectly healthy and developed, but that would be an outright lie. With the downtime of summer comes time for me to start second guessing myself and my parenting decisions. Have I not read to him enough? Have I not spent enough time repeating different words to him? Did I warp my child for life because I haven't been playing kiddie CD's for him in the car? Is this because I worked part time?
Having someone to talk me though this right away was so needed, especially someone who has dealt with much more serious issues than a possible speech delay. A little perspective goes a long way...
With summer comes a lot of silence, which people tend to say is where you meet God. I tend to meet my self-doubt. I would like to kick that squatter out but I don't always know how.
On a completely different and humorous note, at Benita's house I was flipping through a fashion magazine (if you know me or have read my posts, you know about my love/hate relationship with fashion mags.) This issue was devoted to hair and had "real life" tips for growing out a short hairstyle. Their tips boil down to the following: be Heidi Klum or get a weave. Going out on a crazy limb here but I don't think those are practical. It gave me something to chuckle about at least. I wonder what people who are rich enough for that to actually be practical advice worry about.
