We are almost at the end of the waiting period. We should have a court date sometime in November or December. Yippee! Not that we really feel like it’s not already official. When baby puke happens and you think it’s cute, realize it won’t last forever, appreciate it in a bizarre sort of way, do everything to comfort the baby and don’t really even consider changing your shirt, well, the kid MUST be yours in every way that matters.
In other Monkey news, she had FOUR shots on Tuesday. It was sooo incredibly sad. She earned an extra car-ride nap for that one. We haven’t been driving around aimlessly (a fav way of hers to lull off to sleep) due to gas prices, but Tuesday, I got on the interstate and headed north for my baby. I figured it was a gallon of gas well spent.
She also LOVES our ceiling fan and light. Like it’s crack. It’s sort of replaced the washing machine in the “what everyday household object will soothe our baby lke no baby product ever could” department. Nice too because I can work on the computer while she gets her fix. Which is what she’s doing now.