Pancakes & Transcription

This past week has been a long week. I had breakfast four nights in a row.

Yes, four.

I wish I could say breakfast consisted of egg whites, fresh fruit, and flax seed. But I would be lying. Nope, I whipped myself up a big old batch of pancakes (half the salt, double the sugar, and triple the vanilla because one can never add too much vanilla) and carbed out. For the record, I don't bother putting syrup on my pancakes (which, by the way, have the same exact ingredients as my mom's cream puffs). Nope, not syrup. Pure, delicious, melt-in-your-mouth brown sugar. Landon stared at me in silence and chewed on a Gund bean bag pumpkin. I think he figured he'd better let Mommy eat her pancakes so he wasn't dealing with a madwoman.

Enough about breakfast. Ever had one of those days that feels like it will never end? It usually starts with a mascara disaster and ends with tripping over the mascara tube that fell on the floor that morning. Well, that was my week. I will not go into excessive detail, but it's 10:30 and my husband's still not home... so, you never know.

Randy's been in what they call Range Week this week, which basically means they're training to be qualified to shoot... guns. I'm not really going to elaborate because, frankly, I'm not sure how. But what I do know that means is early mornings and super late nights. I think I saw him about 5 hours total this week. Don't get me wrong. I'm not complaining. I'm glad they're training the men protecting our country how to shoot. I just miss my husband.

In other news, I started a job from home. Transcription. Long story, but I don't have to actually get a transcriptionist "degree" to do this job. I can sit in my pajamas [remove Landon from eating laptop cord], listen to the lawyers and their mumbo jumbo [check to see where Landon crawled to and remove him from playing in the toilet], type leisurely [remove Landon from laptop cord again], start typing frantically because the darn lawyers are talking too fast [take pencil out of Landon's mouth], and, 5 hours later, I will have a transcription typed [and a gnawed-on laptop cord]. Okay, it's not that bad. I'm just still learning a lot of the terminology. It's bad enough when Randy starts talking about politics. I lose him at the word... well.... "politics." But I'm thankful I have a way to make a little extra fun money and to keep myself occupied when Landon's napping and Randy's off shooting.

The aforementioned toilet discoverer also had a weight check followup with his new pediatrician this past week. Since he was sick for so long this summer, he didn't gain a lot of weight. So... the pediatrician told me to stuff him up with lots of pureed meats and oatmeal cereal and for goodness' sake, go back to nursing him every three hours! Doctors frustrate me sometimes. Don't get me wrong. I am not at all opposed to doctors or healthcare in general. I adored Landon's pediatrician in South Carolina. (The poor man. He tried to reassure me that yes, in fact, there were babies with tummy issues just as bad as my baby's, but I insisted that no, Landon, in fact, definitely did have it worse off than any other child out there and there had to be something he could do to fix it. Bless his heart, he tried.) Anyway, back to why doctors frustrate me. If the child is happy, content, and simply doesn't eat what a "typical" 8-month-old should eat, I am not going to stuff pureed chicken down his tummy. I will not go into further detail. That is all. Oh, and by the way, Landon had gained weight at his checkup. 3 ounces. And now he has hit a growth spurt and eats two jars of meat and veggies at dinner. We are visiting another pediatrician for his 9-month checkup. End of story.

It's Friday and I did not cook breakfast for dinner. I decided it was time to go a bit... healthier, shall we say. Meat, dairy, veggies... yes, yes. Pizza seems like the perfect way to eat the Food Pyramid.

And tomorrow I will go running. Good night.

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