And, this is the reason why I haven't taken Becca for a 3 year checkup. Why would I bring a healthy (knock on wood) child in there during cold and flu season just to have her touch the contaminated toys? No thank you. I am quite sure she is meeting her milestones just fine.
So, anyway. Andrew is a chunky little guy. He is 15 pounds, 10 ounces, which is 70%. But, he is only 25% for height. He hardly cried much with his shots. I'm bracing myself, though, because I remember Becca being horribly cranky after her 4 month shots... so we'll see what today brings.
It is still ass-cold around here. I still have Christmas decorations up on my front porch because it is too cold, and I'm too lazy to take them down. I'm about to line February up for a punch in the face right after I finish punching January. But, much like Halloween, I am finally embracing Valentine's Day. I have never really cared for it in the past. It just seems like an overly-saccharine, overly-commercialized, overly-tacky, made-up holiday. But, I must say, watching a 3-year old gleefully pour red glitter all over everything has brightened my view of it.
Though I'm not so sure about the cute sparkles now embedded between the new floor planks.