Examinations

. . . approacheth.

More importantly, however, I have to register for classes tomorrow morning, and I’m having a devil of a time deciding what I want to take.  There are tons of classes I want to squeeze in.  I’m torn between Business Enterprises (every lawyer must know this, it’s on every bar) and Income Tax (blah, except the teacher is supposed to be the best at the school, really cool and funny and makes it fun, and not too terribly tough), and Employment Discrimination (I’d have a leg up, bc of my HR experience), and . . . blah blah blah.  I could go on.  You are not interested.  Hello, is this thing on?

Anyway, so it’s late, but I just finished an intermediate draft of a paper, which will just need a slight bit o’ polish before I turn it in next Friday, which is awesome.  One done and dusted, just one more paper and a handful of exams, and I’m set for the summer.  My 2am dates with this blog are about to come to an end, at least til the next semester!

In other let’s-just-blather-on-for-a-bit-because-everybody-in-the-house-went-to-bed-four-hours-ago-and-I’m-kinda-lonely news, Liam is doing the cutest thing.  It doesn’t translate well onto paper/computer screen, but you just have to remember that he is still pretty tiny, and kinda wobbly and babyish.  If you shake your head “no” at him, he shakes his head back, and then giggles like he’s being bad.  He giggles like he’s being bad a lot.  I fear that this means I have a devil on my hands.  Jack has never been very devilish, nor disobedient – all I have to do in response to one of his transgressions is raise an eyebrow and he dissolves into a VALE of tears at having upset me, then begs to be permitted to make it right.  I’m thinking Time Out may not be so effective for Li Li the devilish head-shaker, as it was for Jack, the jolly giant.

I think I’m catching a cold.  It’s all mild yet, but I definitely feel some throat scratchiness.

We are getting Jack some speech therapy.  He’s on the mile-long waiting list for the free stuff – we could pay (HANDSOMELY) to have him evaluated and treated now, but given his age, I’m not feeling so pressured.  I really want him to get some assistance now, before he is old enough that there is a stigma attached to getting some help – but we have time.  It isn’t bothering his life one bit, and I think that kids aged three aren’t quite old enough to bully him about having special ed classes.

Well, so, I think I’ve run out of boring riff raff to plaster up here.  So I’m going to watch a Cheers (we just put it on Netflix!  So fun!) and then go to bed.  Peace out.