Yesterday was Houdini's 6 week follow-up visit with his GI. I already knew from his regular well-visit to his ped. last week that he'd done a decent job gaining weight (again, for him; it's always from his particular perspective), so when we found out that he'd gained significantly more than a pound (still not the two we're really aiming for) since the last visit, we didn't exactly whoop it up. They do weigh him naked at the GI's, as opposed to with a diaper (and sometimes very wet diaper) at the ped.'s, so it is a better estimate* of his weight gain. He'd also grown almost an inch (which we knew, too) and his head circumference (the one thing I worry about most, after his weight) was right on track with his previous charted growths. Tall and very skinny, with a flirtatious nature (he smiled at every woman/girl in the office and even waved to them).
[*I say estimate because the kid hadn't pooped in almost two days, and actually did so at the GI's office--thankfully not while he was being examined. I did say half jokingly he should be weighed again because he probably lost 6-8 ounces of weight, right there.]
So, we're doing something right, even though it is taking two adults full time (which is right now any combination of Lemel, my parents, and myself) to do so. There's no rest for the weary, though: we've got to stay on track, and try to do more, and somehow not let him go into shut down what with the teething and the slow switch to table food solids, which the GI really wants us to try.
Of course, he then steadfastly refused to drink anything for 6-7 hours straight late yesterday, which is why I don't get too happy about good news. There's always a curveball, right around the corner.
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The lunch last Friday was okay, just okay. I think it felt anticlimatic because I had been looking forward to it so much. Houdini was especially fussy over his mid-day solids, something he usually isn't, which made me a bit late getting to lunch, but that wasn't a problem. The lunch itself was good, well, the company was good. The food was decent, but I am not used to having fried/sauced/spiced anything that isn't homemade, anymore, I think. The jalapeno chicken sandwich, accompanied by buffalo wings as appetizers (will I never learn?), and two Sea Breezes made for an unhappy stomach.
Then, in between lunch and the movie, when I was calling home, I got a call from the GI's office teling me they'd rescheduled us for Monday morning at 9 AM and have a nice day. I got really pissed off and I let them have it: I told them that while our son comes first and we are very flexible about appointment times because we know they're overbooked and he needs to be seen regularly, when we do them the courtesy of taking whatever date and time they give us and rearranging our work schedules around it, and take a day off since we have to travel two hours just to get to them, I expect the same courtesy from them ot to go changing appointments unless it is a life and death situation. Is it that, I asked. When I got a no in reply, I told them that I wanted to come in on the same day as before and if this was because they had triple booked the same appointment time, they needed to fix it, not me. Anyway, by the time I got our appointment back to the same day (but different, later time, which turned out to be better in retrospect), I had a raging migraine and wanted nothing more than to go home. I didn't, though, and met the other guys just as the movie was starting, and spent the next two hours willing myself not to puke.
We saw Memoirs of a Geisha because that got the popular vote and, even if I didn't know the backstory about the controvery over Chinese actors playing Japanese geishas and the general controversy over the book itself--which I never read--I still would have found the movie 'icky' as it was described in a review. Actually, add formulaic to icky; it was just a bad, bad movie. I probably should have gone home.
The company at lunch was delightful, though, and no one badgered me for details on Houdinin (I think K. had forwarned them about that) which made for a nice two hours.
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The lunch with Tornado was much better. We had lunch at the same place as we did for the Friday lunch, but I got a regular burger this time, with no fancy sauces. I did get a drink again, this huge frou-frou drink made of Vanilla Stoli, chocolate liquer, ice-cream, and some other sweet, creamy liquers, topped with a boatload of whipped cream and chocolate sauce. It was very good, and although I always think restaurant bars short-change the alchohol in their drinks, this must have had something in it, because I felt very pleasantly mellow afterwards. It was that, or all the endorphins released by the chocolate in the drink.
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There's a lot of things on my mind lately (apart from the usual)--things I specifically want to write out so I don't forget I've been thinking about them. Time, as always, is my enemy. I am on vacation from now through January 2nd, so maybe I'll have a little more time to myself over the next couple of weeks. We'll see.
