Before I get to the cookie recipe, allow me to bore you with talk of my latest dental appointment. First off, trying to find a dentist off the internet? Nervewracking. That said, I found a winner. And man, upscale dental offices in New York City do not disappoint. Instead of the usual "bite on this", for X-rays I stood and in the middle of this thing that circled my head, then the images were downloaded onto a Mac and projected onto a flat screen above the dental chair. Even more space age? No doctor exam. The COMPUTER tells them if there are cavities. The doctor did a cursory exam after the cleaning but mostly she was there to answer questions. (And, you know, do surgery.) Long story - I'll be getting fancy teeth next month. Nervous about it, mostly due to my still-unresolved-even-after-epidural fear of needles. I haven't had a novocaine shot since... ever. I always had to be put under, even to get a cavity filled, but I hear they hurt. (SHOTS! IN THE ROOF OF MY MOUTH!) This doctor was noted for her pain management techniques and promised to use a numbing gel first, so that should help, right? (Right?) The office also offers something called "The Wand" which sounds like a sex toy but is apparently some Star Trekian injectable that is completely pain-free. Of course, pain-free costs more.
Oh, the cost. Can't quite bring myself to think about it...
In other news, got the results from the boy's Early Intervention. Looks like he's behind, but not behind enough. Would have been helpful if they'd included some DIY exercises or something but it looks like we're on our own. But a friend made a good point about all this intervention: "Unless there's a physical problem, everybody eventually learns to walk. What are they afraid will happen?"
I'm not sure why we're all so quick to offer aid. The doctors, the city, me - we're all like, YOU SHOULD BE WALKING BETTER! But why? There's no physical issue, no loss of muscle. Even if he loses muscle, so what? People with mono are bedridden for a month and they rebuild strength. What's the big deal? Why are we so pushy? Speaking of pushing children before they're ready, there was a great article in the NYT about how Kindergarten has changed since we attended. (One word: Homework.) Speaking of children - sorry, it's late and I'm fond of tangents - I've decided that I take umbrage at the phrase "Stay-At-Home Mother". While the words may be accurate, the implication behind them is not. There's a sense of laziness, of lounging, in the "Stay-At-Home" bit that bears no resemblance to any parent I know. I was listening to an interview with the actor Jason Segal on a Fresh Air podcast (iTunes that thing! I've never been a fan, but dude was really funny) and when he was asked what his parents did he said that his father was a lawyer and his mother "raised us". Now that I like. It sounds proactive and worthwhile. I battle daily with the guilt of not contributing financially and being dubbed a SAHM just feeds the feelings of inadequacy. From now on I'm "raising our child"! (Anybody else hate SAHM? Just me?)
Bed time, but before I forget:
For the record:
A) this website is amazing, and
B) if you go to her SEARCH and type in "cookies", she has a new chocolate chip recipe about 5 cookies down that looks even better than this one. But this one is pretty damn awesome.
(Did anyone catch the Real Housewives reunion? Talk to me.)