Last week, my mom was here for a nice long weekend. She came in on Wednesday. Nanny Rebecca brought Rebecca to me at the clinic and we all drove to the airport. Nanny Rebecca was taking a trip herself and was flying out not too long after my mom got in, so that worked out really nicely for all of us. As usual, Rebecca took possession of Grammy immediately upon her arrival.
On Thursday and Friday, Grammy and Rebecca had fun. They went to eat lunch at CPK and Johnny Rockets and bought treasures at the bookstore afterward and got ice cream treats.
Saturday morning, Grammy accompanied us to dance class. Rebecca was so proud of herself for getting to show Grammy how she dances. The girls went shopping at Santa Anita afterwards and had a great time. We were forced to buy some new things for Rebecca. Sunday was church and resting. Monday, Grammy and Rebecca went to breakfast at Mimi's and went to see G-Force at the movies. Rebecca promptly fell asleep about 1/3 of the way through the movie. Monday night, we ate dinner at Cheesecake Factory, and Rebecca got upset that Grammy was going to go home the next day. When she woke up on Tuesday morning, she was sad and cried for Grammy. So Grammy and I left quickly to avoid more tears. She made it home safely (and Rebecca was fine by the time we were in the garage).
I've had a dreadful allergy attack all week. On Tuesday evening, I feared I might have the flu and slept in the guest room. Luckily, no fever, no sore throat, and nothing other than a lot of sinus pressure and that I can't breathe through my nose without a cocktail of Xyzal, Allegra D, and Afrin Sinus.
Things are incredibly busy for me at work. I have about 15 clients I see weekly at the Upland clinic, plus several intakes a week, treatment team meetings, psych testing, and crisis intervention work. There must have been something in the air, because I had to make three suspected child abuse reports this week. I'm also supervising three psychology practicum students, which I started last week. I have one who is in her first clinical experience, and the other two are third years, and I really enjoy that experience. Thursday was a typical (i.e., crazy) day at the Perinatal clinic. I have my Co-Occurring group that I lead there, plus I see three pregnant girls every week and have open slots for crises du jour for another couple of hours before treatment team meeting. Yesterday we marked the end of our first quarter of internship by a special breakfast and all went out together to celebrate after the end of the training day. I get my quarterly evaluation from each of my supervisors this week. The weeks fly by so quickly at work!
Rebecca says funny things all the time. I had redeemed my Gymbucks at Gymboree this week and bought a little panda purse to go along with the outfit I got her. Rebecca has been carrying her "woh-det" [wallet] with her everywhere she goes, but liked the panda purse. Immediately, she wanted to put the wallet into the purse. She heaved a sigh and said, "My woh-det not fit in my purse! TAke it back!" and handed me the purse back in disgust. By last night, however, she'd decided she wanted to keep the purse to add to her collection. We were at the mall and she discovered the Hello Kitty store. She saw it from a distance, sucked in her breath and exclaimed, "Oooh, lookit that!" and then ran in to discover all the girly goodness inside. She needed a little notebook and pen to put in her purse. We also had to take her doll stroller and one of her "friends" (her dolls are "babies", while her stuffed animals are "friends") rode in the stroller throughout the mall. Every once in awhile, she'd lean over to look at the bear and say, "You doin' okay? You're a good boy!". Then she'd twist her head sideways and press her ear to her shoulder and talk on a pretend cell phone while she pushed the stroller through the mall. Lord help us!
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