{{{Susan}}} FWIW from a non-parent, I don't think that development testing is ever a bad idea. Better to catch issues early and deal with them, although I seriously doubt that there is going to be any serious development issues for Annabel. If you decide to go through with it I hope that you find that it brings you some peace of mind and you can let go of some of your concerns.

This damp summer weather must stop. I am sick of just crying for no reason because everything hurts so damn much.

Sweet snuggly cassiepants, are you awake?

I'm sure it feels like you got a smacky-gram from the Bitches, Susan, but I hope it doesn't stop you from venting or whatever here. I am sure that having an outlet to do the hand-wringing helps a lot, and ensures that it won't communicate itself to Annabel.

I feel like part of the problem is I haven't been doing all the babytalking and songs and rhymes and pointing to things and naming them and so on because I didn't know I was supposed to!

Heh. I know I'm supposed to, and I don't do it very much. And when Mal does get to listen to rhymes, it tends to be Byron or Coleridge, because I know them by heart, but can't finish "Baa Baa Black Sheep." My bet is Mal waits until he's 4 to talk, and then his first word will be "Sennacherib."

But seriously, hairpats and calm.

To all the Bitches, in fact, as it seems like we could all use them! With a side order of no-hurties to sj.

I'm very sorry you felt attacked, Susan. I think Perkins and Hec and co have already said what I'd say, and expressed it better than I would. I do feel for you that you don't have those RL friends you mentioned easily accessible.

Morning, Bitches.

conformation - I forgot that When I went on Advair the first time I had 3 or 4 days of rage. ( i don't generally feel rage at the level where I wish to rip strangers heads off their bodies so I can have some quiet) It is an inhaled steroid - and it isn't supposed to do that. Well, I went back on it yay breatheing) - at a much lower dose- and while it wasn't as extreme this time, it does explain my urge to growl over the last few days.

A world of gronk. I'm at the Burbank airport. I feel like I actually live here lately. I already miss my sweetie, my kitties, and my bed.

Hi all. Just back from date with Riddle Girl. Pleasant evening, and enjoyable company, but I doubt there'll be a second date. Still. First post marriage date, it's all good.

And I tried to buy a book yesterday for the flight ( Breakfast with Tiffany ) but it was $25. Um, no. The book looks pretty good. It's non-fiction, written by a gay man raising his 13 year-old-niece. I've read a few good reviews. But I think I'll wait for the paperback. For now, I just have the latest crap about Jessica Simpson, Brad and Angelina, and Tom and Katie. I'm bored just thinking about it. I hope there's a decent movie on the plane (yeah, right).

ETA: Yay billytea!

Glad you had a pleasant evening, bt. And kudos for your bravery and all, warming your way back into dating.

I had a year where I felt like I lived at the Burbank Airport too, but I was never going anywhere, just dropping off and picking up. You know, I don't miss flying.

Go, BT! The echidnas honor your return to the dating pool.