The best thing about having my sister living with us is having her call to say she’s leaving work and can she pick up anything on the way home. I love, love, love that she will run some of my more bothersome errands for me.
On Wednesday she was going clothes shopping and picked up a pair of snow boots for Isabella. Yesterday she stopped at the pharmacy and bought some diapers and a bottle of conditioner. And then she got me a hamburger and fries at McDonalds. Oh my goodness do I ever crave hamburgers when I’m pregnant!
Isabella adores her new snow boots though my sister and I both think they are hideous. Bright pink with little silver hearts all over them. And each boot has a trio of little hearts that light up whenever Bella walks. My poor sister didn’t realize they lit up and apologized profusely when she presented them to me. But I was so relieved I didn’t have to go shopping that all was forgiven.
Yesterday morning Isabella found the boots where my sister had left them by the back door. She had no hesitation that they were for her. And she put them on immediately over her pajamas and ran around the house pleased as punch with “My new boots!” She’s hardly taken them off since.
One thing I should have done before we moved was to request all the medical records for the family.
My OB’s office is mailing me a form. Which I have to fill out and mail back because they need the original. Then when they get that they will be able to mail me my records. Could it be any more complicated?
And to get the girls’ medical records I’m going to have to shell out $45. That’s $20 per girl plus a $5 mailing charge. The lady was very nice and apologetic. But still $45!
I am still craving hamburgers. Even with the hamburger fix my sister scored me yesterday, today I can’t stop thinking about a burger and fries. And it doesn’t even have to be a fancy grilled burger with a toasted bun, though that would be wonderful.
And my wonderful husband takes pity on me and stops for burgers on the way home.
Funny how you really notice those first teeth when they start to come in but subsequent ones just sneak up on you. Today I noticed that Sophie has a third tooth on the bottom of her mouth. No idea when that happened.
i really want to put lights on the two cypress trees on either side of our front door—Dom even bought some strings of lights for the purpose the other day. But the only exterior outlet is in the backyard and we don’t have a long enough extension cord. So we’re one of the few houses on the street that doesn’t have lights. At least we now have a wreath on the front door.
Bella’s new game is asking me over and over again: “What do big girls do? What do big girls do? What do big girls do?” The result of some beginning discussion about potty training and a reprimand about rolling about on the floor like a baby.