Remember a while back I spoke of a haircut that was to resemble a ponytail without the actual ponytail a/k/a worst idea ever. Back then every fiber in my being was willing it to be October. Hey guys, its October! I can happily report my hair is growing. It can be brought into a ponytail, albeit a weak impersonation of one. Finally, after that day in a fit of insanity I went into the bathroom with a rusty pair of red Ikea scissors to chop the mullet and wings on my head, the hair gods are smiling. Also good is the Neutrogena Clinical Experiment. This week the purchase of the night version was made. My skin is looking softer, radiant and more youthful. Not so good was the fact that Owen had the flu and a fever for five days. He is better now, thank god. He was one day from going to the doctors to see if he had a UTI because he is uncircumcised. Really foreskin? But alas, the fever broke. Even in his pathetic sick state, the boy made the world a tad more bright when handed a lime popsicle, he said a few minutes later “Mummy, Daddy. I don’t like this. It’s too spicy.” Lime popsicles are too spicy for my son, but extra hot salsa and chicken tikki masala are not. Go figure. Maggie had her 18 month appointment last week wherein she finally broke 20 pounds. 20.05 bitches. She is also 31.5 inches tall registering her 50% in height and 3% in weight. But this was before she discovered Pirate’s Booty. Baby crack. Pretty sure she can take down a big bag in 3.5 seconds. We give her some; she eats it, and then yells “Mooooree, Moooreeee”. John is just happy that the first time in a year and a half he is eating for him at night. However, it is pirate’s booty which may not rank high in the nutrient factor, but this is the same girl who at her one year appointment was prescribed ice cream by her pediatrician. My dream prescription. “Cassie, yeah, I think the only thing we can do here is have you eat ice cream, and bunch of it.” “Really, doctor? You are the medical expert. Will do.” But the reality is this girl will take after my mother. Who for the majority of her life was 5’11, weight maybe 120 pounds. Genetically destined to be tall and skinny cannot be a bad thing, can it? Well yes, for John when he is fending off potential teenager suitors with baseball bats. But we have a plan for this and that plan is “Giant Nerd.” Her brother already on this path will lead his sister accordingly. Then there are braces, glasses and Catholic all girl high schools. So take that genetics.
Friday, October 08, 2010
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