Fryday

Man, what a day - yet, I didn't actually do all that much. Baby Short Decaf's doctor appointment went fine, he's 50% for weight and 60% for height, so he is 34 1/2" tall and weighs 27 1/2 pounds now ... he's gained ONE pound in four months? Well, the doctor was really just fine with that because his percentages haven't changed. We got all kinds of good ideas to get him to eat, but the number one thing was to cut back on the calories he gets from drinks. Easy enough. The doctor said to water down his apple juice, like 3 to 1, so I did and thought he'd hate it, but he loved it. Awesome savings on juice cometh our way! He also is supposed to take a multivitamin, well, half of one every day. Thankfully we were able to find the gummy kind at the grocery store, and even more thankfully - he ate it with no problem, actually liked it. (Whew.)

I'm a worry wart, I know this - but hey, when you feel like there's something wrong with your child who fucking cares if people label you a worry wart. I'd rather be wrong than right when it comes to my kids being sick, so I don't take chances.

It's Friday and we usually go for Chinese food on Friday nights - don't know if we're going to, though. If so, this PJ getup I'm wearing at 6pm won't work, that's for sure.

So anyway, the day was rough for me because I went to bed so late and had to get up so early - that makes any day suck. I took a nap from 3 to 5:30, so now I'm not as bitchy, now I'm just bored.

I suppose this is the weekend we'll buy our Christmas tree and put up the lights and things like that. I'm not really looking forward to it a whole lot - I don't have the Christmas spirit quite yet.

Yes! Venti's home and we're outta here!!