We took the kids to the pediatrician today. Exciting, I KNOW.
When I pulled into the parking garage I told myself that I needed to remember to ask Ski for money to pay for parking before we left. I hate that I NEVER have cash. EVER. I'm scrambling to make up hours at work every single week so when I have to take the kids to the doctor it's always rush, rush, rush.
Cameron weighed in at 23 pounds 8 ounces so try as he did to outdo his father who was over 25 pounds at one year, he fell short. Barely. It was only 62th percentile for weight so I'm not going to believe everyone who tells me that he's a giant baby any longer. He's perfectly normal, thank-you-very-much. They both got some shots and Cameron flirted with the nurses and Renee glared at them. Pretty much par for the course.
Cameron has had some weird reactions to foods lately so they sent me to the lab for blood work so they can (FINALLY) screen him for allergies. I sent Renee home with Ski because she was on the verge of losing her shit. I was HORRIFIED when they told me they would have to draw from his arm (I was thinking finger prick) but he did just fine. He laid there with his eyes open wide wondering what in the hell was going on.
I was halfway through the eighty mile walk back to the car lugging a 23 pound 8 ounce baby and a 92 pound diaper bag/purse when it hit me: I fricking forgot to ask Ski for money. I spent the rest of the walk cursing under my breath totally annoyed at myself wondering if I could sweet talk the parking attendant. Would she let me run to an ATM or stop by tomorrow to pay her?
I opened the car, wrestled Cameron into his carseat (he was not pleased and neither was I) and went to get into the driver's seat when I saw it.
Four perfectly placed dollar bills just sitting there waiting for me to pay for parking.
Reason #9,021 why I married the man: He thinks about shit like me not being able to pay for parking before I do.
Oh, boy. He's totally related to my husband.
And we went to the pediatrician today, too. Our Little One weighed 18# 7oz...at 6 months old!
Posted by: The Mommy | November 24, 2009 at 07:34 PM
That's the sweetest story I've heard in DAYS! What a great husband!
Posted by: anne | November 24, 2009 at 07:35 PM
soooo sweet!! it's all about the little things!
Posted by: tracy o. | November 24, 2009 at 10:54 PM
What a good man! And no matter how much he weighs or what percentile he is in, Cameron is perfect.
Posted by: Nicole | November 25, 2009 at 10:39 AM