Yes it’s been a while since I posted anything. I’ve been busy and whatnot. In the time since my last post, a number of things happened:
We moved
House, yard, picket fence - the works.
My son started kindergarten
Yikes.
I started commuting to New Hampshire
About as boring as it sounds.
We moved to a hotel for two weeks so our house could get de-leaded
Four people. Two rooms. No TiVo.
Now. On to more interesting things…
I’m still not done with this claim. I gave up after a couple of hours. I imagine I’ll be spending a good chunk of my weekend on this.I am currently trying to submit a claim for out-of-network services to my health insurance. I’ve done this before with my old insurer, Blue Cross Blue Shield of Massachusetts, and I thought that process was abstruse, but it wasn’t too odious and it got done to my satisfaction. Well, my company recently changed insurers and I now realize how spoiled I was. I would just like to take a moment to talk about the claim form I am faced with and what it demonstrates about the unfathomable levels of stupidity that humans are capable of.
Am I bad parent if I do the following:
Teach my three-year old son the words to “Fat Bottomed Girls”?
Let my one-year-old daughter eat hummus right out of the tub?
Allow my four-year-old son (same son, different year) to dress in stripes and plaid?
Sing Killer Queen to my one-year-old daughter (notice a theme?)?
Teach my three-year-old son to say “let’s blow this taco stand” whenever we get in the car?
Refer to my son as “the boy”?
My son has come down with a stomach flu (okay, he got it from me). He threw up this evening.
The spew was barely out when he declared “I’m going to draw a picture of someone throwing up.” here it is:
(Translation: “Oh no, throw up”)
And just to be safe, there’s instructions on the back:
(Translation: “Gag gag [unkown] start to throw up [unkown] throw up!!!”)
As mentioned, my son is four (and eight months). He drew this to explain why we have day and night:
My son is four. He’s starting to write pretty well. He’s moved up from pretty labored drawing of each letter to flinging out words with abandon.
And I mean abandon. He has no truck for spelling (niht, erth, frnc friz) or spaces or wrapping. Don’t have enough room to finish a word? Just finish it on the next line.
He used to ask how to spell things. Now he just makes it up. He’s decided he knows enough that he’s pretty confident he’ll be right. He’s often wrong but we’re not correcting him, because it’s just so neat to watch.
What he writes is really hard to read, so you kind of appreciate the purpose of writing conventions. But the kicker is that, even without the conventions, you can figure out what he writes. People have an amazing facility for picking language out of a lot of noise.
I’d like to be able to just write without worrying about the rules; to let nothing impede the furious stream of an idea. But I’m not four anymore. So I’m letting the boy do it as long as he can.
