Parenting Fail or Just Sleep Deprivation?

Apologies for not writing lately... I've got a few posts coming, but will start with this one!

At the Tot's 15 month appointment, the doctor was concerned that he wasn't yet walking. He is cruising around, and the fastest crawler in the East, but hasn't decided it is worth his time and effort to actually walk. I am actually not that concerned... he seems very steady and I think he is going to walk any day now. The doctor thinks we should start Early Intervention... the Preemie Parents Worst Nightmare. Or Best, depending on how you look at it. But we have not had to do any early intervention yet, since he is tracking pretty normal overall.

So, I make the call, and suffice it to say, there is a lot of bureaucracy in this process. We are going to finally have our first meeting with these folks; they have to come out and do "paperwork" to set up the initial evaluation to see if the Tot qualifies. I finally fit this into my schedule (not easy with a job... ugh). So this lovely lady shows up to our apartment last night. I had treats ready for Noodles so she wouldn't bark, and the house was.... well, it just was. I was going to say clean, but anyway.

Sidetrack.... The Tot has a cold. There is snot everywhere... there has been very little sleep.

OK, so she shows up and The Tot is playing in the family room, and Noodles does her "Welcome Barking" and I lead Her into the family room and shut the kiddie gate behind me.

Her: Ooh, nice gate. Is that for the dog or the baby?
Me: um, the baby... the dog has freedom, the baby doesn't yet. I mean he will... we don't keep him locked up in here, its a pretty small apartment... uh, anyway, have a seat.

So, we start to fill out the paperwork, and I am distracted by shooing Noodles away (who just wants this dang woman to pet her) and trying to keep the baby from eating the batteries in the remote control. Awesome.

She explains this extremely lengthy process and I sign my name on a bunch of papers and then she fills out our Home Report:

Her: So, I am just writing that you have an UN-restrained dog... that is important for the Evaluator to know
Me: Oh, I'm so sorry... well, she can be "restrained" (I did in fact do air quotes).
Her: well, that's nice..... (Noodles is now trying to get inside her purse)

Then she starts writing again and the Tot crawls over to her and pulls himself up to the coffee table, and I smell a whiff of a dirty diaper.

Her: Hello there, big boy! (she turns to me and says in the same sing song voice) Well, these corners are sharp aren't they, huh? (as she rubs the corner of the table)
Me: uh yes they are.... sharpity sharp sharp....(nervous laughter from me)
Her: Oh wow Mom, he has a stuffy nose huh?
Me: Oh yeah, let me get that.... (I reach over to try to wipe the glob coming out of his nose and he collapses and crawls away screaming)

And she continues to write... I assume about my tantrum-throwing-snot-running-out-of-his-nose-baby- about-to-impale-himself-on-the-coffee-table parenting fail. But who knows, maybe she wrote down January 2014.

 Here he is, crawling fast!