Michael’s been out of town for a week and I am feeling the effects. I don’t drink my coffee black, but I do like it strong, and this past week it has been the sorry saviour in my life. And I serenade the sweet, sweet, drink at the end of this post. No wait, I guess it’s not sweet if it’s black. Whatever.
Here’s a quickie update on the week past.
Halia had her birthday last week and we had a wonderful day. I wanted to write a post about the incredible little person she is, because she is an impish ray of sunshine who deserves a thoughtful post dedicated just to her. But we spent the whole day being together as a family and then the next day Michael left and well, there you have it. Sorry, sweetheart! I’ll make it up to you in hugs and kisses and letting you walk up the wall, since that’s one of your favourite things to do.
Jade had an eye-opening visit with an audiologist — wait, is that an oxymoron? Anyway, she has failed a couple of hearing tests (just in one ear) in the past two months, and this week she saw an audiologist who determined her hearing is normal (or it was on that day, anyway) but there was, despite no sign of infection, fluid in her middle ear. We’re going to test her again in a few weeks, but it looks like the fluid might be a chronic problem that gets worse whenever she gets a cold, which currently is monthly because she’s being reintroduced into a school environment. This might shed some light on her motor / balance issues and possibly some things going on with her speech, as well.
I went to a lunch information session at the Child Development Centre to talk about transitioning Jade into Kindergarten next year. I won’t lie, ya’ll, I am petrified. Nobody here has ever seen a child with Jade’s particular needs before. How are we going to make this work? I am repeating to myself Eleanor Roosevelt’s famous proclamation: “You must do thing you think you cannot do.”
Then there’s my birthday tomorrow. 32! I’ve always loved birthdays, particularly as an excuse for a party. I haven’t had one in years, though (parties, that is, ahem) so this year I’m breaking the drought by having a brunch with friends on the weekend. Most of them have kids around Jade and Halia’s age. I’d really have liked to do a music jam type party, but the logistics of having an evening party when we have kids who have early bedtimes just made my brain melt, so having a kid party is much more realistic.
Anyway, wow, this post wasn’t supposed to be this long. How did you make it this far? Wasn’t the whole point of this post to show you a video? Yes! Actually, I also wanted to tell you, half-sheepishly, that I now have a fan page on Facebook. (Go ahead. “Like” it. You know you want to!) And tonight I thought I would upload, at long last, a short clip from my gig at The Capital Hotel way back in February. But Facebook wouldn’t let me upload the darn thing, so I’m posting it here, instead.
As I say on the YouTube description, it’s interesting to watch this video and realize that I’ve done a lot to improve in the last nine months. But anyway, it’s a taste of the jazzy-type stuff I’m totally obsessed with these days. To the huge detriment of my sleep. (And necessitating yet more coffee.)
(Props go out to the lovely and amazing Annie Avery on that one grand piano, and the fabulous and always-charming Grant Simpson on that there other one.)
Oh look, it’s my birthday now! Um, I think that means I should go to bed.