Today was the eightieth time I’ve carted a kid into the pediatrician this year. If I had stock in pediatrics, I’d be a rich woman. Or at least not a poor one. Matilda was acting possessed last night and the colic is long gone so I figured her for an ear infection: part deux. Turns out, she’d just been cranky – ears were completely clear. He he. Sometimes my instincts are in overdrive. Naturally, she was smiling up a storm in the doctor’s office furthur making me look like an asshole. But, it was kind of nice to have an appointment and find out that my child is completely fine! Sure, all these visits are eating away at the girls’ college educations but at least I leave with free formula. So there’s that.
Small Sadie update: at the risk of jinxing it, Sadie’s been eating more and more so next Wednesday I’ll be paying 135 bucks to find out if she’s gained weight. Obviously, I’ll keep you posted. Thanks for all your comments and concern for her. She’s starting to look slightly more lively. But she’s still teeny tiny.
I’m jealous of breast feeders if for no other reason than the amazing money saver that is mammary glands. It’s really an underrated benefit of breast feeding. My bank account really really wishes breast feeding had worked out for me. But enough about boobs and babies – I wouldn’t want to be pegged as a strictly mommy blogger, right? How about American Idol! I only wish I could get behind one of these contestants. Seeing as how I can’t leave the house for under 100 bucks in babysitting fees, I feel that American Idol owes me a more compelling season. David Archuleta is going to be the Shawn Cassidy of my day and nothing wrong with that but, I’m not thirteen so I don’t really give a shit. David Cook is a wannabe rocker and most of his songs have been barely tolerable -with the exception of Neil Diamond week where I almost became a fan but then came to my senses the following week. I believe Syesha’s higher notes have been the cause for my babies’ ear infections and Jason Castro is…well…in major need of creme rinse (remember when we all called conditioner creme rinse? What happened? When did it stop being creme rinse? And what happened to mousse?) and he’s kicked off. Of course, I will still be watching the finale – because I have no alternative. I’m celebrating myself home every night.