Snow in October, 70 degrees right before Thanksgiving. The only thing that hasn’t changed about winter is LG’s inability to get a raging case of RSV every single fucking time she gets sick. The tubes have prevented her from getting ear infections, (as in multiple, because she’s already had two colds in the span of 3 weeks), but she can’t shake getting blindsided by a chest infection. Which leads me to my next topic:
Toddlers on roids. Let’s discuss this. People, I would rather put up with a roided out weight lifter, than a roided out toddler any day of my life. Now, let me be clear, it’s not for lack of a communication on her part. LG is a talker of epic proportions. She’s light years ahead of other kids her age in both verbalization and enunciation. I always say, you can only understand your own toddler, but she’s very easy to converse with. I feel that this is my karmic reward for having such a difficult time with the Mini early on. It comes with a price, believe me. Listening is not one of her strong suits, and mischief is. She’s exhausting.
I decided that there was no way I was going to deal with this all winter, so we went back to the good Ayurvedic practitioner that helped the Mini when he was first showing signs of Autism. I firmly believe that while therapy and our involvment has helped him “fall off” the spectrum, it was those early days of helping his body heal from the inside. So it was a no brainer.
Now if the weather would just pick something and stick with it, maybe my cold would make a decision too. Stay or go, asshole, I don’t have time for this sort of bullshit.