It’s been a bit of a crazy week. This is S.’s first week back on the day shift, so I’m in the midst of seven straight days with the girls. Monday was a breeze with the big sisters gone and L. at Mimi’s house in the morning. Tuesday was a monster, as L.’s nasty cold meant she had to be held for eight of the nine hours S. was gone. Then today was a little better. L. puked on me early, but seemed to feel better after that. She was positively chipper after her doctor’s visit and a long nap, spending about 20 minutes in her bouncy seat cooing and smiling. Then, just as S. and I were getting ready to eat, she got a nasty stomach ache and spent the next hour screaming.

Read on for more about her visit to the pediatrician for her two month check-up, and a couple funny C. stories.

L. weighed in at 11 pounds, four ounces, 50-75th percentile.* 21 3/4 inches long, 25th percentile. Other than her current cold, which is still raging and keeping her up, everything looked good.

Not sure why he gave me that big of a range.
The big sisters went, too, since they were getting their flu mists. C. isn’t fond of men she doesn’t know right now. So she was fine with the nurse in the room. But when our pediatrician, who is a really nice, friendly, non-threatening guy walked into the room, she literally ran over and hid under a chair. While M. “helped” with the exam and asked Dr. Tom lots of questions, C. spent the entire time crouched under a chair, covering her head with her coat, and looking away. Dr. Tom did say that she mouthed good-bye to him when he left, so at least she wasn’t totally rude.

I forgot to share perhaps the funniest thing she’s ever said. Two Sundays ago, we were getting ready to go somewhere and I had the small TV in our bonus room on to keep an eye on the Colts game. I was standing in front of the TV, getting dressed, when C. came running in. She saw I was watching football, let out and excited gasp, as if she had been waiting all day for the game and momentarily forgot that it was on, and made the following statement:

“Jesus Christ! They’re going to win, Dad! They’re so going to win!”

Which was weird since it wasn’t even halftime yet.

Then she stood in front of the TV with a big grin on her face, as if she was reveling in all the winning that was going on.

No idea where that came from. Yes, I drop the occassional JC bomb, but I figure it’s easy to hide those since she goes to Catholic school and there’s a lot of talk about Jesus there. Different talk, for sure, but still talking about the same guy. But that second part has me baffled. I like that fact it was all in pretty solid context, though.