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Hugo is doing wonderfully. Of course, he's still not speaking, not much at all. Maybe we should've named him Harpo.  Yes, he's been evaluated up and down. They said he was advanced in social, cognitive and physical skills.  But his speaking at 18 months was 12 month old level.  We're on our second state-sponsored speech teacher already. She's not worried. The teachers at his school are not worried. And me? I'm not worried, but how I would love it if he was talking! He makes himself known, and he gets by on charm, mime and blonde ringlets.  Nice work if you can get it, eh?

Me?  I'm loving my work, I'm also on TV quite a bit lately and you can check out some of my "dumb" blogging here.

Oh and my man is doing fab too.  Here's a hilarious article he wrote about skiing at Alta in Utah for the FT and their "Pink Snow" section.   I think it's the tops.

Here's an video farewell from Hugo. It's less than two minutes long and the drama really heats up at the one minute mark.

Thanks to all my readers, groupies, gushing fans who wrote Toddler Tube fan fiction and the Academy.

Ciao 4 now, chickadees!

xoxo,

Susie 

I've more vid and verbiage to post for you as promised, but at the moment, I'm late for work.  

This pic was not snapped this morn, but properly conveys work & lateness. Oh, and although at a size 10, I'm no ballerina, those are not my shoes.

Well OK, I'm not dead yet but this blog will be soon.  Yes, big news to the many throngs of Toddler Tube fans -- this blog will be ending. Like in a just a few more posts. I've got a bit more to share and I'll perform a stunning dismount, but then it will be time to say goodbye from here.

Nothing bad has happened twixt Babble and I. It was a mutual and mutually beneficial decision.  I adore this site and appreciate the opportunity to be here, but I've got too many other fish to fry.  That and they've got to be feeling the pain of having to keep my blogger trailer fully stocked with ice cold Stoli, Spanx and Lion Bars. And let's not even go into Hugo's outrageous demands!  Hint:  He needs all of his diapers hand-painted in trompe l'oeil.

So, we'll be back at you soon with more blather and a big bye bye video of wonderment.

xoxo,

Susie

Here, you see nothing but peace reigning. No crazy toddler moments trying to grab the dog's lips, no my mother getting annoyed with his repetitive baby games and correcting him with machine gun-like firings of "Nonononononono. Hugo? Nonononononono." I can't really go into the details of this past weekend without being really boring or unfair to her, but more than once or thrice I wondered, "Did she really have babies?" As I was one of the three, I seem to remember it, but perhaps the memory was implanted?  (Note to self: check for chip up my ass.) I mean, she was great with us as kids, if not way too lax on the dsipline. But I can't picture her with toddlers. For her part, she admits she has little to no memory of the baby years. She claims this is necessary for the human race to continue. I guess she loved it.

Me, I'm going to remember the beautiful pics and the cute vids as lovingly displayed above.

Night Internet, I wish you babies that are perfectly behaved and Grandmother's who are like Mary Poppins. 

xoxoxo,

Susie