Elliott has had a busy week already and we just got started. Ever since she saw Parker (who is 2 months older) walking this weekend, she has figured out that this is the preferred method of transportation. She has walked more in the past 2 days than in the past 2 months.
She went to see Dr Walley on Monday morning and we are proud to announce that she isn't growing as fast anymore, thank goodness!
She weighed 23 1/2 lbs and was 31 3/4 in tall.
She got her immunizations and her crabby attitude to match as well. Tiny, you will thank us when you are older and aren't dead from preventable diseases because your parents bought into the evil pharmaceutical companies' campaign of lies and terror!
There was a conspiracy Monday night to prevent me from sleeping. Between Andrew, Elliott and Sassafras, I got 3 hours of sleep. After dropping Elliott off at MeMe's house, Andrew and I headed to the the doctor for a Sassafras appointment. In case there was any doubt, I AM TIRED OF BEING PREGNANT! I am almost to the point of believing that the whole 'pregnancy' is a lie and my OB/GYN is just trying to scam my insurance company. Either they are waiting until my 7th trimester to deliver this baby, or "Ma'am, there is no baby. We have been monitoring an abdominal tumor for the last 9 months." Usually their office is a safe haven where people don't judge and make rude remarks. Apparently, this rule doesn't apply your last weeks of pregnancy. At work I have gotten used to the fact that acceptable social interactions during pregnancy are different than those of non-pregnant interactions. You wouldn't just walk up to a stranger and touch their belly. You can't walk up to a fat person and say, "Wow, you are huge." Why is it OK to verbally and physically assault a pregnant woman? It is OK though because my "extra weight" will look really cute in a onesie one day soon where yours will not.
Rin needs to step away from the tirade and just put up some cute pictures.
=) Look at Elliott drinking from her sippy cup like a big kid! She has named it her boon-boon. =)
Check out the nice job she did on her bottom lip. She was tearing through the kitchen on hands and knees and, like a typical female, did not pay attention to the road hazard in front of her. The steam cleaner does NOT jump out in front of you.
Here she is with a little attitude showing. Apparently the flash is disruptive to the 2 hours of Wow Wow Wubbzy she wanted me to watch with her.
She was so excited about her dessert that Papa Joe brought her. He brought over a birthday cake for me and she got her own chocolate tart with whipped cream and berries. Bathtime followed promptly.
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