Andrew had his 6-month old checkup today (even though he's now closer to 7 months than 6. Second baby). He has had a growth spurt and is now up to the 50% for height and 50-60% for weight. The doctor was surprised he grew so much because he has had nonstop SNOT and COLDS and COUGHS for more than TWO WEEKS. I know. I know. I'm pretty much hating 2009 so far. But, for some reason I do not freak out--and totally lose my shit-- about him like I do about Becca. (At least not yet.) Talk to me next year, when I'll likely be in a straight jacket, hiding in a disinfected corner, crying about cold and flu season (which, apparently, lasts 6 months out of the freaking year).
Anyway, she wrote out a prescription for antibiotics. She said to wait until Monday... and if he isn't better (after more than THREE WEEKS)... to fill it.
But...umm.... I'm tempted to fill it now. Because maybe, just maybe, we could be snot free around here for a split second. Maybe? Or is that just wishful, fantasy world thinking?
So, Andrew got his vaccinations and then went to bed for the night at 5:30 p.m. What the hell?
I'm watching Jon and Kate pack for a 24 hour trip with their 8 kids. I could TOTALLY watch people pack for hours straight. I'm fascinated by watching other people pack. Couldn't you? In fact, if there was Packing Network on TV, I would watch that shit nonstop.
I am especially fascinated by watching people with a million kids pack for a trip. Because if they can do it with a million kids, I can do it with two. And I'm realizing that I'm (....whispering here, don't want to piss off the universe...) travelling to Texas in a week. Exactly a week.
And I haven't even started freaking out or packing yet. I'd better get on that.
(If I could eat anything right now it would be a Reese's peanut butter egg.)
Why I Stayed Home.
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