Well, the company picnic went fine on Saturday and I think I managed to hide my temper and ill will that I am feeling towards the very company that is neglecting to provide my son with the very basic benefit of health insurance. It probably helped that the person responsible for this mess resides in Virginia and thus, wasn’t there. In short, This Person is not returning our fucking phone calls. Since fucking THURSDAY. At this point, I should stop before I start adding descriptive adjectives to This Person. I am not sure if X could be Dooced from the very company that he founded, but why find out?
Since I am so full of venom and fury that I am tempted to unleash, I am going to end this post shortly..........
Arun turned 8 months on Friday. Someone commented a few posts back about how I must not get much done and yes, that would be the case. I would much rather sit on the floor and play with him than read email, clean house, deal with insurance, write blog posts. Speaking of which.............
Cruisin’ for a Bruisin’
He has started cruising along this step - he began near the middle. Apparently, a pair of a scissors and a National Geographic provide ample incentive. The finger-squashing door was merely a bonus.
Insurance is SO Yesterday
The "chair snaps" are so difficult to take these days because he immediately pulls himself up. I threw him my keys and that provided enough distraction to get a few rounds off. If you look carefully in the 2nd snap, you can see that he FINALLY got teeth. Like TWO. At THE SAME TIME. I had my sister feel for teeth on Friday and she laughed as she informed me they were ALREADY there (I swear I checked on Thursday!). Also, score 1 for Co-sleeping because we have lost very little shut-eye over the whole thing. The downside was that on Thursday, he wanted to be held ALL DAY LONG and although I got very little done that day I was more than happy to oblige. Sometimes, you just need a day full of nothing but holding your baby.