Babe Magnet
There is something about the clicking of the keyboard that draws Julie like a magnet. She can be happily playing in the other room, as she is right now - I can hear her in there pushing buttons on her Fisher Price farm making the pig oink and the annoying music play - but if she hears me typing in she comes and climbs up on my lap. No more typing. I can get away with surfing and clicking for a good 15 minutes sometimes - or at least long enough for my conscience to kick in and realize that I should be playing with her. I stuck my head around the corner, and she has spilled an entire bowl of Oatios across the living room floor. No big deal - that happens about once every other day at least. We just pick them up, or let the cats eat them.
Yesterday the grandparents came over and watched Julie while I went and had a wisdom tooth pulled. I only had two to start with, and one was pulled when I was 21. The dentist at the time told me the remaining one would probably never come in since it was so high up in the bone. Well, at 32, I was teething at the same time as my 17-month old. Joe thought that was hilarious. I thought it was painful. Since there definitely isn't room in my mouth for another tooth, out it came. And it wasn't too bad. I think the oral surgeon made me more nervous than I had to be by apologizing for each prick of the needle as he injected the Lydocaine, and the crunch as he pulled the tooth out was a little scary. I asked to see it when it was out and was a little disappointed by how small it looked. I was expecting a honking huge monster with giant roots, and instead saw something that looked a bit smaller than my back molars.
Well, it's out now. They sent me home with a bottle of 10 Vicadin tablets, and instructions to try large doses of Advil first. Like a good girl, I did...and it's working fine. Part of me wants to try the Vicadin just to see what they're like...and part of me is scared that I would either have a bad reaction or like them too much. So they'll probably sit around in the medicine cabinet for a few years till they get old and I throw them away.
Oops! Here's Julie begging to be on my lap and saying eat eat eat. Momentarily distracted by the giant balance ball in the corner of my office, but it probably is time to get her something to eat before we go to ECFE.
Quickly, I have to mention that Julie did just fine with the in-laws yesterday. It was naptime when they arrived, and she fell asleep in MIL's arms after the obligatory crying scene as I left. I came home and she was all sweaty from being wrapped up in a blanket while she slept. What is it with grandmas and wanting to overdress babies? I'm grateful to have Joe's parents around to help out on occasion, and I'm glad that Julie has them in her life.
Yesterday the grandparents came over and watched Julie while I went and had a wisdom tooth pulled. I only had two to start with, and one was pulled when I was 21. The dentist at the time told me the remaining one would probably never come in since it was so high up in the bone. Well, at 32, I was teething at the same time as my 17-month old. Joe thought that was hilarious. I thought it was painful. Since there definitely isn't room in my mouth for another tooth, out it came. And it wasn't too bad. I think the oral surgeon made me more nervous than I had to be by apologizing for each prick of the needle as he injected the Lydocaine, and the crunch as he pulled the tooth out was a little scary. I asked to see it when it was out and was a little disappointed by how small it looked. I was expecting a honking huge monster with giant roots, and instead saw something that looked a bit smaller than my back molars.
Well, it's out now. They sent me home with a bottle of 10 Vicadin tablets, and instructions to try large doses of Advil first. Like a good girl, I did...and it's working fine. Part of me wants to try the Vicadin just to see what they're like...and part of me is scared that I would either have a bad reaction or like them too much. So they'll probably sit around in the medicine cabinet for a few years till they get old and I throw them away.
Oops! Here's Julie begging to be on my lap and saying eat eat eat. Momentarily distracted by the giant balance ball in the corner of my office, but it probably is time to get her something to eat before we go to ECFE.
Quickly, I have to mention that Julie did just fine with the in-laws yesterday. It was naptime when they arrived, and she fell asleep in MIL's arms after the obligatory crying scene as I left. I came home and she was all sweaty from being wrapped up in a blanket while she slept. What is it with grandmas and wanting to overdress babies? I'm grateful to have Joe's parents around to help out on occasion, and I'm glad that Julie has them in her life.
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