Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Four Months
Hello out there . . .
Wow. Is that an echo?
Yeah, OK, OK, I get it. This post is long overdue. But seriously, put yourself in Our Man in LA’s flip flops (that’s right, Chicago and Midwest readers! Flip-flops! Eat it! Weather jokes never get old!). There’s the job – with all it’s traveling (for the man, don’t you know). There’s been some personal travel (back to the wife’s old stomping grounds for a wedding), and the usual accoutrements of the rock n roll lifestyle. Trips to Albertsons, stuff like that.
Oh, yeah, and there’s this baby. LA Baby’s been a very busy munchkin the past few weeks. Took her first plane ride (more on that later, but suffice it to say that you should never, ever give your breast milk to Debra the flight attendant). Went to her first mommy and me yoga class thingie. Had her first play date. Big times.
And she’s practically a teenager now. Gracie turned four months old a couple of weeks ago – which, if I know my calendar, now makes her four and a half months old (you can never underestimate the value of that half – seriously; like, I would have thought that was a joke, but it really is different). Before we know it, she’ll be buying her prom dress or prom “outfit” - she might rebel against the whole dress thing, who knows.
Either way, I’ve got one of those tuxedo t-shirts with her name allllll over it.
Anyway, at her four month check up, she continued to kick check-up ass. She weighed in at 14 pounds, 7 ounces and 25.5 inches long. She was healthy and strong, even flirted with the doctor (at least, that’s what Steph tells me, I wasn’t there, I was traveling for the man).
Wait a second. Who’s this doctor? What’s his name? Who are his parents? Flirting with my daughter? Time to switch pediatric practices!
Of course, two days after her check up, LA Baby got her first cold. That was awful. Not run of the mill awful, either. Oceans of snot awful.
Sneezing, coughing, a nose that was a runny mess. I tried to explain to her that she wasn’t supposed to even get these things. It’s in the 80s outside! Stop with your retro rhinovirus!
Sigh. No avail. The worst feeling in the world is watching your kid sick. But, I’m happy to report that she is doing much better now.
Of course, Our Woman in LA and I are now sick as dogs. Do you think the reason everyone wants their kid to grow up and become a doctor is because they’re such slobbery little Petri dishes as children?
I’m not saying, I’m just saying. Hear that, Dr. Wieland?
Now a photo. . .
Wow. Is that an echo?
Yeah, OK, OK, I get it. This post is long overdue. But seriously, put yourself in Our Man in LA’s flip flops (that’s right, Chicago and Midwest readers! Flip-flops! Eat it! Weather jokes never get old!). There’s the job – with all it’s traveling (for the man, don’t you know). There’s been some personal travel (back to the wife’s old stomping grounds for a wedding), and the usual accoutrements of the rock n roll lifestyle. Trips to Albertsons, stuff like that.
Oh, yeah, and there’s this baby. LA Baby’s been a very busy munchkin the past few weeks. Took her first plane ride (more on that later, but suffice it to say that you should never, ever give your breast milk to Debra the flight attendant). Went to her first mommy and me yoga class thingie. Had her first play date. Big times.
And she’s practically a teenager now. Gracie turned four months old a couple of weeks ago – which, if I know my calendar, now makes her four and a half months old (you can never underestimate the value of that half – seriously; like, I would have thought that was a joke, but it really is different). Before we know it, she’ll be buying her prom dress or prom “outfit” - she might rebel against the whole dress thing, who knows.
Either way, I’ve got one of those tuxedo t-shirts with her name allllll over it.
Anyway, at her four month check up, she continued to kick check-up ass. She weighed in at 14 pounds, 7 ounces and 25.5 inches long. She was healthy and strong, even flirted with the doctor (at least, that’s what Steph tells me, I wasn’t there, I was traveling for the man).
Wait a second. Who’s this doctor? What’s his name? Who are his parents? Flirting with my daughter? Time to switch pediatric practices!
Of course, two days after her check up, LA Baby got her first cold. That was awful. Not run of the mill awful, either. Oceans of snot awful.
Sneezing, coughing, a nose that was a runny mess. I tried to explain to her that she wasn’t supposed to even get these things. It’s in the 80s outside! Stop with your retro rhinovirus!
Sigh. No avail. The worst feeling in the world is watching your kid sick. But, I’m happy to report that she is doing much better now.
Of course, Our Woman in LA and I are now sick as dogs. Do you think the reason everyone wants their kid to grow up and become a doctor is because they’re such slobbery little Petri dishes as children?
I’m not saying, I’m just saying. Hear that, Dr. Wieland?
Now a photo. . .
