The project that I was working on is a little slow because of the holidays, so Bossman has begun to train me as a translator/Editor. I was originally hired as an editorial assistant but being how this office is run I was moved to Project Manager real quick. I am actually excited about this "training". I do not like the administrative aspect of project management. So far Bossman says that my translations are not that bad. He says that with more practice I should be as good as his worst translator--hmm, Spanish is not my first language so I am not overly offended. English is not Bossman's first language so I excuse him for his poor manner of explaining my progress. I hope this means a decent raise come next evaluation.

The sitter called Victor today and asked him to pick up Aixah. That she wouldn't stop crying and pointing to her mouth. I'm glad she called him and not me. What do working people do in that situation? When I was sick my mother would pick me up from school. School was three blocks away and she was a stay-at-home-mom. If the sitter were to call me over any emergency I'd have to travel about an hour to reach them. Scary.

The sitter was taking care of a 9-month baby today. A breastfed baby that is overly attached to her mother. The baby does a lot of crying when her mother is not around and she will not eat or take a bottle unless it is coming from the breast. But get this. The mother has a therapist come to the house and teach the baby to eat. She also has another therapist come to the house and play with the baby. This second therapist is actually suppose to teach her to grasp items because the baby has difficulty holding things. Aixah had a great time playing with the second therapist. The baby just cried.

The mother of the baby is a nurse. When Aixah was little she would mention little things, like how she thought Aixah was anemic, or how the walking on the tippy toes thing was the worst thing ever. Sometimes I have to wonder if those well-rounded in the medical field are a little paranoid.