mothering a 40 year old...

juliet was brilliant today. i had a terrible, dreadful, suckfest of a day, but the fact that i dropped her off at school this morning and she said, "ooh, there's my friends!" and scampered off to play with them made me so so happy...yesterday she broke my heart as i left the building with her cries and screams trailing me out the door..."mommy, when are you coming baaack?" i hate working. so today she was okay when i dropped her off. it made my day a fraction easier to take.

this after my crapday, i had an IFSP meeting. that is, in human terms, an individualized family service plan. it's like an IEP for babies. and if you know what an IEP is, you know why i was a wreck.

it wasn't too awful. juliet's problems are all physical...she is going to be seeing an occupational therapist 2x a week to do fun-filled, gym-type activities to give her an outlet for her sensory seeking behaviors ("mommy, put it LOUDER!!") and a physical therapist 1x a week to fix her clumbsyness. she may need braces for her young and crooked ankles(apparently my father had the same aliment and had those awkward shoes with wedges to correct it. i NEVER knew!!)she may have to wear leg braces in the night (this is a dreadful thought. that poor child. hence trying to laugh about it. it is kind of funny that she has awkward ankles.)the psychiatrist who evaluated her said she was ABOVE AGE LEVEL in all other aspects...little genious devil...so that was a relief...

then i go pick her up at school...i find her sitting with all of her friends (she's in the 3 year old class cuz the 2 year olds are too babyish for her), having a snack, drinking out of a little water cup like a woman. so we have dinner together, not in her high chair (which i'll admit is just easier 96% of the time)but in a real chair, atop a phone book (cuz all of my booster seats are at my gradmother's houses) and she ate "tiny pasta" (pastini) and drank milk out of a "big girl" shrek cup. the conversation was that of a 40 year old woman. i cannot get over her.