4 Months

Oh my gosh, you guys. The baby had her 4 month Dr visit this afternoon - and she had 3 immunizations. Oh the cry. It was bad. It was sad. It was uncontrollable... like the time I inadvertently whacked her in the head with the television remote trying to reach across to change the channel as she nursed. This time I didn't cry with her or heap a ton of guilt on myself like I did when I bonked her. But the nurse really should have. I thought she said she was fast. That was not fast. You have to poke with a short, sharp jab - the more swift and stabby the better. Not kidding. She was a slow poker. And that gives the brain enough time to realize you've got a giant needle mid-muscle. No bueno. At least the baby won't remember it when she's 5 - AND - she won't have to deal with Polio. Bonus.

So the bed came. At noon. Today. The delivery window? Ten to noon. Of course. I was literally dialing to chew somebody out when they pulled up. And they set the whole thing up for me. So, that was nice. It makes waiting this long a little less irritating. Instead of being at poison-ivy-on-your-face irritating, we're around about ring-worm-on-your-arm irritating. And I would know. But, I really like it - it will look even better once things coordinate in there. But I'm happy with it.

We're on day two of Spring Break. It's going really well. And by that, I mean, it's not. It's not awful. It's just kind of boring, I guess. Why we must make messes and break things as a coping mechanism for boredom, I'll never know. I've really got to come up with a plan for summer. This is not going to cut it. Right now, one half-pint is removing page numbers in the corners of his workbook with a hole-punch. Why? "So we won't know which page we're on."