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Aug. 3rd, 2006 07:55 pmCurrent temperature (as of 7:45): 74 degrees F. Oh, what a relief. We're all congealing again after melting for the past week.
Poor K took a trip to the pediatrician today, where she was diagnosed with a developing ear infection and a wheezy chest. She got a nebulizer treatment, which she didn't appreciate one little bit and had to inform us that having to breathe in suspicious smelling vapors was a sure sign that THE WORLD IS ENDING and clearly the nurse was trying to drug and kidnap her, despite the fact that she was safe on my lap. And did I mention that THE WORLD IS ENDING? We went home with antibiotics and an inhaler for her, which thankfully is much less traumatic.
K was just industrial strength cute today. I decided to keep her home from daycare because of the breathing problems and because I didn't think it was a good idea to take her straight from screaming at the top of her lungs to daycare. Really, that's not doing anyone any favors. So she tooled around town with us, waving happily at everyone she saw, ate enormous amounts of food at Panera, demonstrated her new skills of playing catch (we roll the ball to her, she picks it up and throws it in a direction that might be towards us), and played with the letter magnets on our refrigerator. I think she may have made a start on her first novel, but since there's only one of every letter, it read a bit James Joyce-ish.
Other than the medical trauma, life is proceeding as usual. We ran errands today, are watching anime tonight and have plans to trade babysitting with friends on Saturday so we can have a child-free anniversary dinner. Some people saw the house today that are extremely interested in it, so we're getting a bit hopeful on that front. But not getting our hopes up yet, because we are stoic, cautious sorts bred from stolid New England stock (except for the Southerners on my father's side of the family. In fact, my grandfather once informed me that even though I was born in the North, I was still a good Southern girl. When I asked, "What about my Yankee mother?" he patted my hand and whispered, "We just won't talk about that."). No word on any petty little things like "gainful employment." I think my interview went fine, but I won't know until the end of next week.
More updates as events warrant.
Poor K took a trip to the pediatrician today, where she was diagnosed with a developing ear infection and a wheezy chest. She got a nebulizer treatment, which she didn't appreciate one little bit and had to inform us that having to breathe in suspicious smelling vapors was a sure sign that THE WORLD IS ENDING and clearly the nurse was trying to drug and kidnap her, despite the fact that she was safe on my lap. And did I mention that THE WORLD IS ENDING? We went home with antibiotics and an inhaler for her, which thankfully is much less traumatic.
K was just industrial strength cute today. I decided to keep her home from daycare because of the breathing problems and because I didn't think it was a good idea to take her straight from screaming at the top of her lungs to daycare. Really, that's not doing anyone any favors. So she tooled around town with us, waving happily at everyone she saw, ate enormous amounts of food at Panera, demonstrated her new skills of playing catch (we roll the ball to her, she picks it up and throws it in a direction that might be towards us), and played with the letter magnets on our refrigerator. I think she may have made a start on her first novel, but since there's only one of every letter, it read a bit James Joyce-ish.
Other than the medical trauma, life is proceeding as usual. We ran errands today, are watching anime tonight and have plans to trade babysitting with friends on Saturday so we can have a child-free anniversary dinner. Some people saw the house today that are extremely interested in it, so we're getting a bit hopeful on that front. But not getting our hopes up yet, because we are stoic, cautious sorts bred from stolid New England stock (except for the Southerners on my father's side of the family. In fact, my grandfather once informed me that even though I was born in the North, I was still a good Southern girl. When I asked, "What about my Yankee mother?" he patted my hand and whispered, "We just won't talk about that."). No word on any petty little things like "gainful employment." I think my interview went fine, but I won't know until the end of next week.
More updates as events warrant.
