Qui Gon Jinn? The coolness factor has dropped considerably. Our neurologist is Orville Redenbacher.Today we met with our pediatric developmental neurologist. Remember our school psychologist,
I met with him for a one-on-one appointment last week, and I was impressed by both his extensive research in the field, and his awesome St. Patrick's Day bow tie. Not every guy can rock that look in June.
But today was an appointment for Little Dude. Of course, I had to cart in the whole crew with me, because my only Texan friend is out of town, mostly likely to escape my extreme neediness.
So there we are in all our glory. The Pork Lo Maniac is doing a finger thing that looks like she's warming up to play the piano. The Peanut Butter Kid is telling her life story to the hapless receptionist. Little Dude is playing with two stacked Duplo blocks and making the loudest "sshhhhhhhhhhhhh" noise ever (this is sound that Anakin's Jedi Starfighter makes, apparently). Cookie is curled into an awkward ball, hands over her ears, trying to read. I'm so hopped up on a combination of coffee and city traffic that I'm literally shaking. We're the picture of normalcy.