I think the Sherlock remix fic is finished - that is, I have written the ending and there's a beginnign and a middle, though whether they all work together is really beyond me.  At any rate, it's done, and I've just sent to some of the usual suspects to see if they can look at it for me.  (Deadlines, schmedlines - I could have all the comments and ( Read more... )

Andrew had a terrible day yesterday, and somehow that has bleeded over to me, though my day itself wasn't all that terrible.  I think it was made terrible by extension.  It was one of those days in which everything was going wrong - or at least it seemed like it - and no matter what, all he heard was "No ( Read more... )

I finally had my birthday cupcake today - I've been trying unsuccessfully all week, and today was my last shot if I didn't want to also give Andrew a cupcake, which for multiple reasons is just a bad idea.  It was a delicious cupcake, chocolate with chocolate frosting and a marshmallow filling.  Yum ( Read more... )

Andrew'd cold has developed into a stomach bug - or at least I think so, because his coughing got considerably worse, though his fever has abated, and twenty minutes after we arrived at the party this evening with Bill's co-workers, Andrew threw up in the front hall. (I'd been of two minds of bringing him, but Bill mentioned it to him and after ( Read more... )

List, because otherwise I’ll forget something.

( Much Ado about Andrew's Birthday )

So I'm in the bathroom, and I actually close the door because Bill's downstairs (1) and it's quiet so I check my email on my phone (2) and from downstairs, I hear the following:

Andrew: Momma....Momma...Momma? Momma! (3)
Bill: Andrew Dean, PUT THAT BACK IN MOMMA'S PURSE. (4 ( Read more... )

So Andrew had his first appointment with the Occupational Therapist on Wednesday. So much for a one-year wait...but then, we were lucky, because his speech therapist managed to snag a part-time OT, and Andrew was first up for evaluation.

( Visits and partial validations )

I'm having one, anyway. No reason in particular that I can think of, either, which just makes the feeling that much worse, because I can't pinpoint it on any one thing. On the whole, things are pretty good: I've been getting to the gym every morning for the last week and a half, which means I'm all caught up on Cabin Pressure, and I'm trying to ( Read more... )

You know that saying about how kids who are quiet are generally getting into trouble?

Andrew defies that rule.

( Step One: Wonder what that smell is. )

( Much blathering about Andrew's lack of blathering. Probably boring, feel free to skip to photos. )