Didn’t want anyone to worry.
Bede has a Dell Vostro 1000 notebook computer, purchased for him as a therapeutic device using his SSI back pay. Bede can be rather rough on electronics, to put it mildly, so we also got the super duper extra warranty that cost money. It has been a lovely little machine, performing just as expected since we got it last summer, and we had no use for the warranty. But it recently lost a few keys from its little keyboard, and by “lost” I mean “had pried off and chewed up.” Sigh.
So off I went to Dell Support, who have a chat support now – which is great. I entered my appropriate arcane numbers and whatnot and soon was connected with tech support. The tech said a new keyboard would be sent, no problem, and then said:
“Can I have the keys that have fallen off?”
Nonplussed, I said:
“You want me to send them to you? Sure.”
“One was eaten by a toddler though, I don’t think you guys want that one.”
Of course the tech said:
“Oh no, but I just need it for my notes.”
Oops! Hee hee. Riiiiight.
I realized yesterday that not only does Bede tolerate our singing, he actually likes it. A far cry from the boy who used to scream and put his hand over our mouths. We stopped giving him corn a month ago and I don’t know if it’s connected but he is much less irritable since. I don’t care to find out by testing it! We’re not avoiding all corn anything, just actual corn flour and corn meal. I get a terrible stomachache when I eat corn so we decided to give it a whirl after noticing his mood was horrible on Saturday afternoons – after a 4 bowls of corn based breakfast cereal.
Gloria has three new signs: milk, drink and more. She says mama, dada and points to other things when asked where they are. She has figured out how to push dining chairs over to a low alcove so she can then climb on the chair and reach a shelf. Sigh. It begins.
Abby and Faith will be taking acting and dance classes this spring. And maybe art.
Trixie is adorably contrary.
Gilbert is why? how come?
And now I am needed again!
I discovered this sweater in the bottom of a bag of yarn, hiding in my closet. I made it for Abby years ago, and despaired because it was way too big. But the funny thing about children – they keep getting bigger! I had twenty minutes worth of ends to weave in and poof! instant sweater. She likes it, too.