The Eye Has It

Elisha poked me in the eye.  It hurt.  A lot.  For several hours.

I went to the optometrist and he took a look.  And there in the middle of my eye was a toddler-size fingernail scratch.

At least I wasn’t being a wuss for nothing.

B.A.D. spells bad

Elisha is really into letters at the moment. It all started with his favourite book “My Big Word Book”, which has a page with the alphabet on it. I’d point to the letters and say their names as we went through them all. Now any time he sees writing anywhere he points and says the letters that he can think of. One day I showed him how to write his name. He spent the next couple of days trying to convince me that every written word was Elisha. Quite often I catch him walking around the house saying letters.

Yesterday in his ramblings he spelt (or is that spelled?) bad. *sigh* He’s so smart. *rolls eyes* Yes, yes, I’m being melodramatic.

Brave and His Mummy

Elisha went to the doctor today to have his 18 month chickenpox vaccination.  Yes I’m six weeks late, alright already.  He was very brave.  I was not feeling so brave today.  I didn’t cry or anything like that, just wasn’t feeling very brave.

I’ve been dwelling on the due-date of Newbie quite a bit lately, and getting a bit down about it.  I’m not worried yet, but I am keeping tabs on myself.  I have spoken to Brett, so he knows too.  I did expect this to happen, but it is still hard.

I am so thankful to have Elisha to drown in extra attention and loving.  I’m not sure he’s so pleased about it though.

While we were at the doctor’s I asked about Elisha’s weeping eye.  He said that as long as it only manifests when he is eating then it is okay, but if it starts to be continuous then he has to go to an eye specialist and have it probed to make the drainage more efficient.  Here’s to hoping that doesn’t need to be done.

Sorry for the lack of updates.  I’m hoping that once I pass through the melancholy I’ll be back in full swing.  And don’t stress about me either, I am well, just sad.  And I think this is good.  I don’t feel like I have grieved enough yet.