Andrew and I ventured to the park for the first time on Thursday. He had a lovely time in the baby swing (though he was determined to look serious every time I pulled out the camera), and we enjoyed the beautiful spring weather and woodsy scenery as we walked the trail. I'm a pretty naive person, often bordering on stupid, but since my Sweet Scooter's arrival I've been experiencing more than my fair share of paranoia. For example, as we were walking, I noticed a man sitting by himself in one of the picnic areas. This alarmed me. Precious and I had come alone, and no one else was nearby. What was this man up to, sitting by himself at the park in the middle of a week day? Why was he watching us like that? Why, he must certainly be able to see that I'm strolling the most beautiful baby in the world, and he wants to take it from us, Precious! I spent the next half-mile fanticizing about how I would jab him in the eye with my car key if he got anywhere near us. Perhaps I should consider some powerful medications ....
My mood improved considerably when I saw this sign.
I spent all day Friday waiting for the pediatrician's office to call me. Andrew had been fighting a cold all week and woke up at least 5 times during the night Thursday, sad and pitiful and too warm for my liking. I finally gave up the idea of discussing his symptoms over the phone with the nurse and decided to have the doctor do a quick ear and throat check to ease my mind before the weekend. Verdict: A little fluid in the ears (but no infection) and a red throat. A beastly virus that would just have to run its course. Lots of rocking and kisses and Tylenol seem to be helping.
And I have a grand proclamation, though you may not believe it. As of Tuesday, I've completed all my dental work!!! I am a new woman. One who brushes with prescription toothpaste and flosses religiously. And Dr. R. gave me the most delightful prize for my good behavior - the mouth molds used for my crown. It is my pleasure to introduce to you all ... the Dread Pirate Roberts.
Dread has been making himself right at home, snoring loudly from his bed in my sock drawer, demanding total silence during his favorite shows (24 and Supermarket Sweep), and eating all of my Girl Scout cookies. He's a wiz in the kitchen, however, and can make the dog stop barking with one stern look, so we don't complain.
And not that we care anymore, but here you go ...
Chris, we're so proud of you! Check out the link to Chris' blog (yes, this one's really him) in the "My Peeps" section to the right.