Today was a day full of waiting. I had my yearly checkup at the OB/GYN and that was a nightmare. I really need to find a less popular doctor. This guy is mainly an OB, not so much a GYN. I sat in his office surrounded by lots and lots of pregos for 45 minutes, trying to keep the goobers quiet and entertained. Not so easy with a 1 year old. When they're 6 months, they just sit and stare. Keep them dry and fed and they have no complaints. When they're 2 years old they'll sit and watch the cartoon movie that's usually playing in the doctor's office. So 45 minutes after my appointment time the nurse calls me back for the blood pressure and weight check. I say "So, the doctor's running behind today, huh? My appointment was at 9:30 in the morning, how far behind could he already be?"

"No," says the nurse, "he's not running behind." She says this with a completely straight face. At first I thought she was kidding around with me, and then I realized that she was serious.

"But I was supposed to be seen at 9:30, and it's now 10:15."

"Well, whenever you go to the doctor's office you have to expect some delay..."

This is something I don't get and that I feel like ranting about it so here goes. What is the point of making an appointment if you don't get seen for almost an hour? We've occasionally made reservations at restaurants here in Provo and it's pointless. They mean nothing here. There's no table ready when you get there, and the doctor is never ready. Why is a 45 minute wait acceptable? I even tried to call ahead to see how late the doctor was running, but no one ever answered the phone. In November we made reservations at Tucanos for like 7:30 in the evening. Unfortunately, the BYU vs. Utah game went into overtime that night and everyone who had reservations from 5-6:30 all showed up at 7 wanting to eat. For some reason Tucanos decided to honor all of those reservations, effectively screwing the rest of us. We waited for an hour and a half for a table. It was ridiculous. In any major city they would have tried to accomodate those people, but made sure that those of us with reservations weren't stuck over a barrel. It was a tough situation, but they're a restaurant. There should be plans put into place for that kind of eventuality.

So reservations and appointment times mean nothing in Provo. Just a word of caution...set your watch behind about 1/2 an hour and you'll be sure to be on time to everything in Mormondom.

As you can probably tell, I haven't been online much lately. In fact I check my email once every few days and that's all I do on the internet. There are several factors that influence this lack of online-ed-ness...
1. Dinomight usually has programs running and doing things while he's at work and I'm a little scared that I'm going to mess things up. When it takes hours to compile a set of code and it's interrupted right before it finishes, there's much frustration involved.

2. Every time I get near the computer Dinomyn walks (yes, walks!!) over and climbs up into my lap so that he can play with Daddy's big toy, too. He's not satisfied with his keyboard, mouse, cell phone, remote control or RC car. Daddy's toys are apparently better.

3. When Dinomyn goes down for naps, I'm either cleaning, sleeping, returning missed phone calls, replying to email or sitting in front of the TV zoned out. I have no energy left for creativity. No one told me that this "full time job" would sap all of the strength I could muster--and that's just before noon. It's fun, though.

4. When Dinomight gets home from work he's usually glued to the computer for the rest of the evening. Whether it's checking the shipping progress on his new laptop, programming for his consulting jobs, or downloading new fun things for us...he's always on it. So even when Dinomyn goes to bed I can't blog. Maybe when the laptop comes...


So there you are. Excuses upon excuses. Today Duchess told me that I had to blog, at least to let everyone know that I'm still alive. So, here I am. Still alive and blogging. I LOVE life at home, but I discovered that I don't really love life as a single mom. Dinomight went to CA for the weekend last weekend and I stayed home by myself with the Goobers. Not that fun. I don't know how single moms do it.

Dinomyn is awesome!! He's finally getting his top teeth in, so soon he'll be able to bite his food instead of scrape it with his bottom teeth. He's also learning how to walk!!! He's still a little shaky, but he can walk all the way across the room by himself. It's so cute to see him bob up and down to try and get his momentum up. He's so pleased with himself when he walks, too. He's also figured out waving to people and can almost get out a "Hi" with the wave. :) Most of these new developments are thanks to his cousin Samantha, who is 2.5 months older than he is. She was here for 3 weeks over Christmas and taught him everything she knows. They were really cute together.

Anyway, that's my update for the time being. We had an awesome Christmas, and can't believe how blessed we are. Until next time...