I know I’ve mentioned here before, that Wee One has a speech delay. She’s making progress her her speech therapist and next fall, we’re getting her into a preschool with an SLP on staff. (Oh yeah, I told you about the testing last month: she got in.) She’ll be fine.
But right now, today… man.
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I know I wrote the other day about having a challenging time with Wee One (challenging with a toddler? Who would have guessed?) but today is a new day and things really are grand.
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Today was a tough day. I know I say I write to stop time, but this may not be the time I want to stop.
My friend’s daughter is six and has a bucket list. On it is a beach where flamingos walk amongst you. She’s three or four years older then Wee One, so WO wouldn’t be down for that yet, but I got to thinking about other things that would be on her bucket list. These are the things she never says no to, no matter her mood seconds prior.
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I don’t know if this is just an American thing or what, but car salesmen (it’s always men) and the whole experience of buying a car have really crappy reputations. I just bought a new car, and when I first went out to find it, I thought, maybe the reputation is misgiven. Maybe that’s a bad rumor. Because, really, if I was a car sales person, I would be aware of the reputation and work to give lie to it.
Not the guys I got.
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Doctor Who, S2E3 – School Reunion. Written by Tony Whithouse
At a high school, the principal,
Uther Pendragon Mr. Finch, daintily drums his finders together as he descends a stairwell and sees a student outside his office. She has a headache, but she can’t go home because she lives in an orphanage. Mr. Finch offers crappy sympathies: Aww.. You’re alone and unwanted. Then takes her into his office. The door closes, then there is a flap of wings, and the girl screams. (Trivia: Did you know that this dude, Anthony Head was screen tested for the eighth doctor in ’96? Where would Buffy have been?)
The Doctor (under the alias John Smith) and Rose “Not Again” Tyler are already working undercover in the school. (Oh! 21 Jump Street!)
Credits. A long esophagus.
The Doctor is ‘teaching’ physics with great ineptitude and awkwardness. “Right, physics! Physics, eh? Physics, phyyyyyyyysics, physics, physics, physics, physcis. Physics! Hope you’re getting all this down.” Only one student is answering his questions correctly, even the super-high level questions. I loved physics in high school, but that was not me.
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