Rebecca drew this picture for me last week. It is a picture of me and her kissing. The lines between the two characters are to represent us doing "nose kisses" (AKA Eskimo kisses). I love it. I didn't even get out my projective personality drawings book and try to analyze it.
I don't think that I mentioned after my trip home that everything still looks positive for my eventual job in Huntsville. The only bad thing is that we're waiting on Congress to pass the budget, and they will probably not do that until after the election. That's okay though, I'm content to wait, because it really does look like the job is going to happen. Even though politicians don't want to have recent records of approving spending, which is what prevents them from passing the budget, no one wants to go on record voting against healthcare for returning soldiers, and that's what my job would be.
To get a jump start on the hours I need to be called a neuropsychologist, I am working a very few hours a week at Casa Colina. That's the rehabilitation hospital in Pomona (i.e., 10 minutes from home) where I worked for a year before I went on internship. I loved it then, and I love it now. I am going in for a few hours a couple of days a week, and I'll be doing the initial neuropsych evals of stroke patients who they are treating in a hyperbaric chamber, basically to see if there is efficacy for using hyperbaric to improve brain healing after strokes. I'll also be doing some inpatient evaluations and some supervision of their current practicum students, so it is all the things I love about my work. Best of all, I can gain some hours while still spending most of my time at home with Princess Rebecca Girl. We have a busy schedule of dance class, cooking and baking, art, dancing, naps, lunching with daddy, shopping, and playdates.
Speaking of Princess Rebecca Girl, have I mentioned how funny she is? She's frighteningly quick on her feet. While she's a social gadfly when it comes to interacting with other kids, she is sometimes shy about interacting with adults with whom she isn't familiar. Ramy had her with him at his office this afternoon for about half an hour (while I went up the street to get my TB test read at Casa Colina). We praised her for how well she talked to and interacted with the people at his office. In the car on the way back to our house, we were talking about the people she saw. She told me that the people at daddy's office said she looked beautiful in her dress. She paused and then said, "But I wouldn't be [beautiful] if I had on shorts or pants." I'm not sure what Rebecca is going to wear this fall. Between the fact that she won't wear anything but dresses and the fact that Gymboree, Gap, and Crazy 8 are all putting out a bunch of crap I'm not interested in buying, Grammy may have to sew her fingers off.
Please remember Rebecca's friend Adelaide (and her mommy and daddy, our friends Julie and Derek) in your prayers tonight and tomorrow. Addie is having surgery tomorrow. It is likely something quite benign, but there's no such thing as minor surgery when it comes to a dearly loved little girl. We are anxious to know that all is well with Adelaide and to have the Woltil Family back in CA so that we can resume some serious playdates!
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