OH LOOK IT'S FRIDAY AGAIN.
I didn't post last week mostly because my internet was mostly dead for about 3 days but also because last week was something else, you guys. The kind of something else where I go to the doctor's office twice and the hospital another twice. (I know that's not grammatical, but I don't care.) It was just the outpatient part of the hospital, but still. Also, the second time I got a bracelet with my name on it. I'm still not sure why, considering nobody ever scanned it or anything and I left 45 minutes later.
Anyway, I'm doing okay now but prayers for my vague medical-related intentions would be appreciated.
My friend Grace is coming today! I hope she doesn't mind that the apartment is really messy and I haven't vacuumed in forever. (At least I have a good excuse this time, though honestly? My apartment is always messy and inhabited primarily by dust bunnies.) I can always distract her with chocolate, since I did succeed in going grocery shopping yesterday.
We visited Scott's family briefly the other evening and ended up taking home a bin of books that they found in the basement. (The bin is labeled "Scott's books," which is why they belong to us now.) It's mostly classics--for instance, now we have second copies of Don Quixote and Gulliver's Travels, and first copies of Les Miserables and The Count of Monte Cristo, both of which have been on my vague to-read list for a while. (I had to take a break from thick books for a while after college, but I think I might be able to tackle one or two now that it's been nearly two years since graduation.) (Two years!)
Now we just need to actually assemble the bookcase we bought back in January.
I also got to see my mother and siblings this week (Andrea had a follow-up appointment with the neurosurgeon). At one point, Teresa was being a little rough with Matthew and I gave her a scolding about "gentle touch!" Matthew heard this and automatically reached over and started gently stroking Teresa on the arm. He's heard the gentle touch lecture before. :)
(Teresa gave him a hug and kiss to prove that she knows how to do gentle touch too.)
At 17 months, Matthew doesn't use many words at all (at least not in front of me), but he sure can communicate. For example, when I asked if he could say "Andrea" he didn't say anything, but he did point to her. Then he pointed to me and asked "Whazat?" I told him my name is Megan. A good hour later, Mom mentioned me by name and Matthew pointed to me. I was very surprised that he remembered.
"Whazat?" is his favorite word; it can be a question but most of the time it seems to mean, "Hey, look at the cool thing!" (He spent half the visit pointing to the ceiling fan and saying "Whazat!")
He also knows the sign for "more" (which in Matthew-ese means "I'm hungry") and does a modified version of "milk" (which means that he's tired and wants to take a nap--with a bottle of milk, of course).
Apparently his receptive language is also very good, but my only experience of that was with the "gentle touch" story above.
Pinterest recipe of the week: Garlic-Lemon Pork Chops. We pretty much followed the directions for these and they turned out awesome. Also, they're not as hard to make as they might seem when you first read the recipe. Scott made them with very minimal help and direction from me, because I was feeling particularly unwell the night that they came up on the menu. (That maybe should have been a sign to ditch the plan and make something easier, but we didn't and it turned out fine.)
Here is a picture! Scott is, of course, responsible for the aesthetically pleasing arrangement.
I planted peas again this year, like a month ago, which was apparently too early because of the 60-ish that I planted, only three came up. Here they are:
We'll see if I can keep them alive any better than I did last year.
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