Ahoy thar! Sorry I’ve been out of pocket recently, we were having internet troubles that FINALLY got fixed today. I promise to get caught up on everyone’s blogs here soon.
So first things first, I have to show you this quilt Becky from Hamblog made:
Check out this detail pic:
Now this quilt is for REAL scientists! In her words the quilt “… is based on a chemical engineering chart that is a protein study of Circadian rhythms. I blogged the whole process, as well, to encourage makers to keep merging science and art!” How freaking cool is that?! I need to start picking the brains of all my scientist friends and seeing what we can come up with. Thinking about it, I have A LOT of scientist friends now…. I seem to collect them. And librarians. Nerds rule. So anyway, go check out Becky’s blog and follow her on twitter and add a little science to your life!
As for the toddler tale, my kid, who just turned two, is, how shall I put it? Stoic. The kid doesn’t even TRY to speak. I’ve never been called “mommy” and he doesn’t say “no” in response to everything like most kids his age. He has said a few words, but they happened on so few occasions that they could have been intentional, or they could have just been a lucky combination of random syllables. Monkeys writing Shakespeare and all that. After talking to his pediatrician, we decided to enroll him in Early Intervention. They came and evaluated him, and sure enough, said he needs speech therapy. I wasn’t worried, really. The kid is too damn smart for his own good and I had a sneaking suspicion he just didn’t feel like talking. Well, two ladies came yesterday to meet him and for me to fill out paperwork. He runs around, playing ball with his case worker and grunting a lot, as is his usual form of communication. BUT! As the ladies were leaving, they turn around and say “bye bye” and this little punk, as clear as day, looks right at them, waves and yells “BYYYEEEE!!” I just kinda stare at him, completely dumbfounded, and his case worker laughs, making a joke that her work here is done. After they’ve gone I get down on the ground with him, saying “Bye bye! Can you say bye bye to Mommy?” to which he responds “Pppbbbbttttt, nnnnn, yoyommmm” and then ignores me and plays with a torn piece of paper for five minutes. I can feel my hair turning gray already.