Yes, you are writing yourself a letter in third person. Why? Well, for one thing, Facebook has ruined you. You and your friends tend to state things as Facebook status updates. Why, I am not sure. Damn you, Facebook! For another, you spend an awful lot of time reading the blogs of all of your friends who have children. And so, in honor of your 372 month of life, you thought you’d be funny and mock the monthly updates that a lot of them do.
Yes, my dear, you are 372 months old today. Let’s see what you’ve been up to!
Height: 5’6…you get very defensive if anyone says 5’5 because your goal in life was to be taller than your mother…who is 5’5.
Weight: 110 is the weight on your old SC drivers license. For the record, it also says you’re 5’8.
Hair: Yes, you’ve had a full head of it for approximately 370 months.
Eyes: Still blue.
Motor skills/development: You’re working on being able to grip things. The actual gripping is fine but you have a hard time with ‘grip and twist.’ Hey, doesn’t that sound like a dance move? And speaking of dance moves, you’re going to be taking a dance class soon. You learned another lesson while searching for a dance class. Never google ‘adult dance class.’ The results will not be what you are searching for. A better query would be ‘your town name AND dance class.’ You can search through specific studios pretty quickly this way and not have to worry about people seeing the results in your search history.
Language Skills: Some problems here. Nothing that a well placed bar of soap couldn’t fix.
Diet: You are SUCH a cheater this week. But tomorrow starts a new week and a new commitment to being truly caffeine, gluten, dairy, and anything that tastes good free. You really can tell a difference when you stay true to the diet.
Milestones: You are officially off of Prednisone. YEAH! Your wrists are really sore today- maybe because of this or maybe because of excessive red wine consumption. Who knows. But you’re off of it and you’re still functioning which was not the case a few months ago. Also, you attempted riding your friends bike the other night and while it wasn’t pretty, you didn’t fall on your ass! YAY! And when your friend offered to run after you holding the seat like you’re a baby with training wheels, you didn’t say anything incredibly rude! MIRACLE! Nope, you just cut your eyes, took another swig of wine, and wobbled down the driveway on the bike (which I may add is WAY too short for you) looking quite mature for your 372 years of life if I do say so myself.
What’s next for you: another glass of wine and some cake. Duh. Then some building back of strength/stamina that you lost over the summer, some losing of weight that you gained over the summer, and hopefully some attempting of antibiotic protocol after you finish your study.