Ana's appointment went better than I ever could have imagined. The doctor said that she doesn't have cranial-whats-its and she doesn't need a helmet (noone is really symetrical, right?). He said to keep an eye on her progress with our current doc. and schedule an appointment with the genetic doc when she is a year old (if we think she needs more attention). We're going to monitor her head growth and babbling... or lack of babbling.
I work with odd people. I can't explain it. Sheri left work today to go see the Dahli Lama. Seriously. My friends are full of odd exclamations of that sort. ("Let's have carbonated fruit for lunch", "I can't make the meeting, I need to fly to Florida for a hardware check"... you get the idea.) Tune in next post for the "It's a lunar lander" explanation given my my beloved neighbor.
Look, I'm exhausted. I'm going to look around at the wreck in my house and then ignore it for awhile. I might even eat something... not carbonated fruit... but something.
