Six Month Check-Up

Finley had her six month check-up yesterday and all systems are a go! Dr. Eckels (sp?), Dr. Bahtia's fill-in while she is in India, thought Finn was a bit "skinny" till she plotted her measurements. She's 16 pounds, 8 ounces which puts her in the 50-75th percentile for girls her age (breast-fed and formula-fed babies, as well as babies who started on solid food much earlier than she did) and 27.5 inches, which puts her in the 95th percentile! A long drink of water! Watch out Holden... she's coming for you! :) She also survived two shots and another Rototek oral injection (which made her pink and spotty at her two month check-up) as did I.

Then it was off to the dentist for me where I got a filling. Cut to 10:00 p.m. last night when I was on the phone with the dentist thinking that something had gone terribly wrong and I needed a root canal or to be euthanized at the very least. So back to the dentist today where they assured me that everything was a-okay, after x-rays and a full exam. I'm to call the office on Monday if I'm not feeling "markedly better" and then they'll redo the filling. Yeah right. But seriously, this pain is worse than labor, in my opinion! I'm considering taking a Tylenol with codeine in it tonight before bed. I wasn't even able to enjoy my glass of wine with dinner and left it, 7/8 full, at the table when we departed tonight... along with more than half of my uneaten entree.


And on a lighter note, Logan peed in the dryer this afternoon. Not in front of, but in. Not sure what happened, as he does know the difference between the dryer and a toilet, but he took some dirty clothes up to the laundry room and when he came down announced that there was a big puddle "in front of the dryer." I thought he'd had an accident, but much to my chagrin, when I went to inspect the situation, there was a puddle in the dryer and not in front of it! I let him know that I wasn't too happy and I think he still thinks it's funny. It is, but yuck! Boys... do they really start being like this at such a young age?


He didn't nap today, but I heard him sing a little song while up in his room: "Mama, Mama, Mama. She loves me. She read me three books but I couldn't go to sleep." Since all was true in his music and it was so sweet, a nap for the day was forgotten. That all, of course, took place before the dryer incident.


Golf season is in full "swing," pardon the pun. If you're looking for a golf buddy, Matt would be happy to oblige!