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- Owen has started gagging himself for fun. Until he hurls. Definitely my favorite part of parenting to date.
- At the dermatologist this morning (and about fucking time, don't you think, since I've had this miserable, disgusting rash on my hands for 20 months now? Although it was anti-climactic. Five minutes of "Yup, that's dishydrosis all right. Go ahead and use the jacked up steroids the NP gave you two weeks ago. That'll be 300 dollars, please." Good times) there was a man in the waiting room on his cell phone discussing test results which quite clearly contained some sort of STD diagnosis (I was guessing 70/30 herpes/genital warts), and trying to get the person on the other end of the phone to speculate as to whether his wife had been cheating on him. Hello, awkward public cell phone conversation. Perhaps you would like to get a room?
- I spent naptime today trimming the tops of the trees in our front yard. By hanging out the second floor windows. With a very heavy 20-foot pole which I frequently had to hold and manipulate with one hand. It pushed my little girlie muscles to the very brink, but two months ago I wouldn't have been able to do it at all, so it was a nice reminder of why I am bothering with all this exercise crap. (Don't worry, Mia already lectured me about how unsafe that was. But it wasn't really. There were many times when I nearly dropped the pole, but there was never any chance of me falling out of the window.)
- The open one pound bag of M&Ms in the pantry has been ruining my diet for three days. So I did the only logical thing and just ate the rest of them. I'm feeling a little ill, but at least I won't spend tomorrow shoving them by the fistful into my gaping maw.
- Genetics is a quirky little branch of science, now isn't it? Mia, who is in most ways my three foot tall clone, is already deeply tan, just like her father. Owen, the spitting image of his father, is as albino white as I am. But we make it look hot.
- (You know how you can hear everything that happens in the next room when you are at the doctor's office? I think it has to do with how the windows don't line up with the walls, so really the rooms are all open to each other. Well, the waiting room guy had Herpes 1. Cold sores. It wasn't related to the reason he was at the dermatologist, and also probably wasn't a sign that his wife had been cheating on him. He seemed a bit disappointed by that. I was too. Even though I was betting on herpes, I was really rooting for genital warts.)
- Carrots, peas, corn, raisins, grapes, watermelon (I was as surprised as you). Things which pass almost entirely unchanged through the digestive tract of a baby/toddler. What'd I miss?