Happy Friday, sports fans. I have slept, let's see... 12 hours out of the last 80 so I think I am a little punchy. Everybody likes punchy, right? (And people please, please do not email or comment that at least I don't have to go to work. I know that. I know I am lucky to not have to go to work. But 12 hours or sleep in 4 days is still a real bitch.) Anyway, a few things:
No way in hell am I posting a picture of Mia's hotty pediatrician. (Does anyone else love how he has progressed from "a little cute" to "hotty" in three days?) I am fairly confident that the pediatrician in question will never stumble upon my little site and recognize himself as the hotty in question, but am less confident that nobody he has ever known would ever see a picture I posted and send him the link thereby requiring me to find a new doctor in another state lest I die from embarassment. As I said, he is very sweet with Mia so I would hate to have to do that. Just picture a skinny sorta nerdy maybe 30ish doctor type with glasses and dark hair and then make him kinda cute and there you have it.
It is distinctly possible that Mia's doctor is younger than I am. That makes me a little crazy. When did I get so old that doctors are allowed to be younger than me?
Could someone please tell me where in the hell I can buy one-piece, cotton, footie pajamas in 12 and 18 month sizes? Yes, my child is ginormous, does that mean she should be deprived of pajamas?
I have been looking for Mia's pink pacifier for days. She has a green one and a pink one that are her favorite teething rings and the pink one went missing forcing me to make way too many trips up and down the stairs after the green one. I happened to go into Chris's cd/guitar/stereo/half empty soda can/rock hard old gummi bear room (which I never enter as it is filthy and as I am responsible neither for creating nor cleaning the filth I just blissfully pretend it does not exist) to look for a pen and found the pink pacifier perched on one of his pedals. He is now in the dog house and also responsible for boiling the thing for half an hour to remove residual filth.
How does a 21 pound infant take up fully half of a queen sized bed?
Did you know that butternut squash looks and tastes remarkably like sweet potato? Did you know that Mia despises sweet potato? Would anyone like about a dozen frozen cubes of butternut squash? Free to good home!
One of my cats might have a urinary tract infection. She's on antibiotics. If the antiobiotics don't work, than either she has something like bladder cancer or it is the other cat. Remember when my cats were my precious angel babies? Now they are lucky if I don't lock them in a closet to keep them from waking Mia.
(I don't lock the cats in the closet, and the one we think has the UTI is 20 years old so if it is bladder cancer instead than really it would just be a race to see whether that could kill her before her kidneys fail entirely or her hyper-active tyhroid explodes. Either way, I'm letting her chill on her heating pad for the rest of her days rather than hauling her back and forth to the vet because that is what makes her happy and at 20 I think happiness should be the only goal.)
Mia's awake, time for the next round of The Mommy Show. Kisses.