So, Josh’s teacher, Mrs. Sussman, called last night to give me a little Josh update. These calls, the ones about Josh, make me so nervous. Last year, his teachers used to call to tell us they didn’t think he liked school. and that he wasn’t really absorbing what they hoped he would. and that he wasn’t always the best listener.
(turns out, he just didn’t deal well with Hebrew immersion. and that his teacher last year was an asshole.)
I was gushing, I swear.
“he’s reading so beautifully, he blows me away. he’s making so many friends; you would never think it’s his first year in the school. he listens so well and always raises his hand to help.”
i. love. her.
and then she started talking about how the school provides speech therapy and she’s going to send some information home for me. I was actually quite pleased with this
(and not because my mother said that he has a speech impediment. he does not. Jaslene has a speech impediment. Ming-Ming has a speech impediment. Josh does not. you hear that, mom!! )
because i have been noticing that now that he’s almost 5, his cute little unidentified accent and melodious way of speaking has gone from being adorable and something fun to imitate to being somewhat of a concern. do i really want him to be 15 and not be able to pronounce his “r”s??
so, i hung up the phone feeling great about this.
until i played the conversation back in my head and realized she was saying “OT” and not speech therapy the entire time. apparently, Josh’s mom has a HEARING impediment.
OT? why would he need an OT?
anyone? handwriting? Fine motor skills? the kid has motor skills like i’ve never seen. hmm? anyone?
on top of my list of things to get today:
because there’s little in life that makes me happier than being able to get my coffee fix in the morning without having to dig around between my car seats in my wallet to find my $1.43. Oh, how i love you Timmy.
so apparently, in my quest to get Rachel Bilson hair
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i’ve pretty much been told i look like everyone else from the OC. i’m not even kidding. on three separate occasions, by three separate people, i was told i looked like:
 
yeah…i kind of wish i was kidding about someone telling me i look like Kirsten Cohen.
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