Sore Wankies Aren't Fun.

My son had another visit to the pediatrician today. Daddy took his baby boy, then came back triumphant, a wide smile pasted on his face. He had brought a yellow slip of paper back with our son's 'stats' written down. I guessed he didn't want to forget and have me uninformed. He had adhesions on his little wee which the doc had to push back the skin. His little wanky is red and sore. yes, he's circumsised, but it can still happen.

My litle boy is now up to 22 1/2 pounds, 29 1/2 inches tall, with a 48 cm head. His doctor proclaimed him to be in perfect health and perfectly proportioned for a year old. Which brings me to this...

My son is only 9 months old. Ha! I remember the nurse from his first doc's office. Little Robbie was underweight, but gained in size so dramatically she told my husband, "Well, you wanted a football player, now you just have to feed him." Yikes! Her prediction is coming to life. My little boy eats everything his sisters do, down to having to hold half sandwiches in his little hands, along with whatever side they are having.

Talked to my mother and told her about Robbie's visit. She was proud, but also seemed preoccupied. Seems that her and my stepfather have been discussing finding a place for her to stay. As in, nursing home place. She's 56, but diabetes has wreaked havoc on her health for years. A lot of this comes from self neglect, but much is due to(i feel) my stepfather's family.

A bigger group of real, live bavkwoods inbreds I've never seen. I don't feel like delving into it much because the people literally make me feel ill. Though, I will say my mother's husband knows her health, yet leaves her alone constantly. She slips into low insulin states often, a few of which she had no help for hours.

So hubby and I decided she should come up here to NY and live with us. It would benefit her immensely. Where she lives now, she can't drive her scooter-chair for fear of wild dogs and bad drivers. No sidewalks, no places to go close by. Here in the city she'd be safer and better taken care of. I've made it clear that if she is leaving her home, there is no other choice but to come here. I worked as a CNA [certified nursing assistant and rehab tech] in nursing homes and I refuse to let her go to one I cannot be at constantly.

With the inlaws here, it will be an interesting turn of events. Stay tuned.