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Jul. 9th, 2009 09:38 pmI took Evelyn to her two-year pediatrician appointment yesterday. (Only two months late, not bad for a procrastinator like myself.) We saw Dr. Happy, who was.. happy. Beyond his general amusement with life, he was also happy with E's development and growth and all that, so it was good. She has always been off the top of the growth chart curve for height and weight, but she shot up even higher on height. She's almost 38 inches. This doesn't really surprise me. I honestly am beginning to have trouble carrying her around and say, putting her in shopping carts, because she is so very, very tall and I am so very, very short. She's fallen a few percentage points below the top of the chart on weight. She's a skinny little thing now, which is funny because she was a pretty chunky baby.
Anyway, she got a couple of shots, and though she seems to be tolerating it mostly well, she was up for three hours in the mdidle of the night. It was strange because she hasn't been up much at all lately and we almost didn't know what was going on when she woke up crying, and also saying, "I NEED MOMMY." Kids are a lot of work, yo. I am yawning my head off and yet, I am 98% certain that I will remain too stupid to go to bed early.
We went to Rite Aid this afternoon and we were walking down one of the aisles with medicine in it (wow, how novel--medicine in a drug store. I thought drug stores were for shampoo and toothpaste?). Evelyn looks over and sees the medicine boxes, and then we have the following conversation:
Evie: Medicine!
K: Yes, it's medicine, isn't it?
Evie: Mommy needs medicine.
K: No, baby, Mommy doesn't need any medicine.
Evie (*thinking*): Mommy feel all better?
K (*not knowing that she was feeling bad to begin with, but rolling with it*): Yes, Mommy's all better. She doesn't need medicine.
Evie (*pausing, then tilting her head to the side skeptically*): Better ask the doctor.
Baby knows best, I suppose. I am having visions of myself in a nursing home, with Evelyn bossing me around and talking to the nurses like I'm not even in the room. Who am I kidding? She already bosses me around and talks to people like I'm not even in the room.
Also of interest for today is that I met the former owner of my house! She pulled into the driveway as I was getting ready to leave since she saw me outside. Apparently, she lives just down the road half a mile. If I remember correctly, they lived here seventeen years and have been gone for nine. She was surprised that I guessed that she had two daughters, but well, they wrote their names in the basement. ;) It was sweet because the dogwood in the front yard was given to them by a friend and planted when they adopted their oldest daughter. History! She seemed really nice, and was happy that a young family had ended up in the house. I wish I had asked her if they had put in the laundry room or if that was the previous owners. I <3 love <3 my laundry room. (Our sunroom and laundry room were built after the house.) Anyway, it was pretty neat.
Anyway, she got a couple of shots, and though she seems to be tolerating it mostly well, she was up for three hours in the mdidle of the night. It was strange because she hasn't been up much at all lately and we almost didn't know what was going on when she woke up crying, and also saying, "I NEED MOMMY." Kids are a lot of work, yo. I am yawning my head off and yet, I am 98% certain that I will remain too stupid to go to bed early.
We went to Rite Aid this afternoon and we were walking down one of the aisles with medicine in it (wow, how novel--medicine in a drug store. I thought drug stores were for shampoo and toothpaste?). Evelyn looks over and sees the medicine boxes, and then we have the following conversation:
Evie: Medicine!
K: Yes, it's medicine, isn't it?
Evie: Mommy needs medicine.
K: No, baby, Mommy doesn't need any medicine.
Evie (*thinking*): Mommy feel all better?
K (*not knowing that she was feeling bad to begin with, but rolling with it*): Yes, Mommy's all better. She doesn't need medicine.
Evie (*pausing, then tilting her head to the side skeptically*): Better ask the doctor.
Baby knows best, I suppose. I am having visions of myself in a nursing home, with Evelyn bossing me around and talking to the nurses like I'm not even in the room. Who am I kidding? She already bosses me around and talks to people like I'm not even in the room.
Also of interest for today is that I met the former owner of my house! She pulled into the driveway as I was getting ready to leave since she saw me outside. Apparently, she lives just down the road half a mile. If I remember correctly, they lived here seventeen years and have been gone for nine. She was surprised that I guessed that she had two daughters, but well, they wrote their names in the basement. ;) It was sweet because the dogwood in the front yard was given to them by a friend and planted when they adopted their oldest daughter. History! She seemed really nice, and was happy that a young family had ended up in the house. I wish I had asked her if they had put in the laundry room or if that was the previous owners. I <3 love <3 my laundry room. (Our sunroom and laundry room were built after the house.) Anyway, it was pretty neat.
