It's amazing how much quickly Faith got better once she got antibiotics and she is now basically 100%, except for a runny nose and cough. The fact that she slept 18-20 hours a day last week seems to have caught up with her and now she is NUTS. Yesterday morning she decided to strip down to her diaper and chase the dog around the house swinging her pajamas. The baby just wishes she was born into a normal family.
|You better run Peanut, you better RUN|
We didn't leave the house at all yesterday and I used my free time to find a new doctor for the girls instead of running. The doctor I had in mind doesn't take our insurance (even though he has treated Faith in the past), so I had to choose a new one. Cordelia needs her 4 month shots, so I was under somewhat of a time crunch but I finally settled on a practice with a great reputation, but it's not close to where we live. I used to think it was more important to have a doctor close by, but now I feel more motivated to drive further to get to a better practice.
I know, way to be a responsible parent, right?
Today has been a better day because both girls seem to finally feel better. Both are still blowing snot, but it's clear and they don't seem bothered by it. I know you came to this blog to learn the color of my kid's snot, so you're welcome.
|Her snot might be clear, but she still smells bad Mommy|
Cordelia has been working a new life skill and brace yourself to be amazed...she can sit by herself:
|No one is wowed by this|
|What is the French for "Yeah right"?|
If you can't tell by that blur, that is Sophie the Giraffe, aka the hottest toy in the house. Sure, I felt like a sucker buying a 15 dollar teether that is essentially a rubber dog toy (but from FRANCE) for Faith, but now it's her favorite toy. All I had to do was give it to Cordelia.
|I want my own overpriced plastic toy|
I actually got the chance to run today, but it's one of those days when I have to jot down my mileage on the back of a McDonald's coupon on the kitchen island because my run is so segmented. I was aiming for 7.5 miles for the day, but because I was an English major I ended up with 8.15 miles. I'm so proud of my addition skills. I'd like to blame lack of sleep for this one, how long can I keep blaming the baby?
Are you calculator dependent like me or are you one of those annoying math-inclined people like my husband who can instantly do math in your head?