Meatball has teeth coming through, finally. Eating is going well for him, too. I think I'm going to try giving him peas next, to see how his pincer grasp is coming along.
I am officially on the list to substitute-teach in town. I'm not quite ready, intellectually. I need to get my schedule back onto school time, and I need to...remember how to deal with a class full of kids. I finished my paperwork, and I supposed I didn't get that I'd be on the list right away. Fortunately, I talked to the coordinator and asked her about being able to work or not work certain days, due to The Boy's illness. She said that if I could work, I should take jobs, and if I can't work, I shouldn't. Better to take fewer jobs than to take jobs and not go.
I've been exercising, officially, since last week. It's been fun. Mostly, I'm getting back into the place where I was before I let my lifting lapse. I'm doing a 3-day split and so far sticking most with what I'd been doing to be sure to use correct form. Once I feel comfortable with that, I'll see what else I can do.