It’s Sunday and I’m blogging! With one hand as always.
We went on a wonderful trip away for 3 days in Santa Barbara. I’ve told my husband for years that it’s one of the places I’d love to live some day, and spending time there was just another affirmation of that truth. We stayed in a gorgeous hotel, one of the major appeals of which was that we’d have a perfect view of the 4th of July fireworks over the ocean. And then we totally missed the fireworks because one small baby needed to eat and go to sleep at exactly 9pm when the fireworks started. Oh well, next year.
It is entirely possible that I match my son’s socks to his pajamas.
Tomorrow is Eli’s 2 month check up and first round of vaccinations. I’m intrigued to see how much he’s grown and if he’s busted out of the 5th percentile for weight yet, but also totally dreading the shots. I have a list of like 5 or 6 questions for the pediatrician, but I already feel silly asking them. I have the hardest time asking doctors questions because I always feel like they’re judging me, even when they are totally kind while answering. I have issues, I know.
I also get to call a doctor for myself tomorrow for like several different things. I keep breaking out in hives whenever I do anything resembling exercise, so that needs to be dealt with, I’ve had a huge string of migraines, for which I need new medication and it’s time to see a dermatologist to have moles looked at. So basically I’m going to a doctor I don’t know to get referrals to 3 other doctors I don’t know. Fun times up in here.
The cat opened the freezer today. I’m impressed too.
I firmly believe that most baked goods are better with coconut and I am seriously suspicious of those who do not like coconut. I just have trouble processing how you can’t like it. I’m half convinced that everyone who says they don’t like it just hasn’t tasted it or something equally bizarre because coconut is awesome.
My baby has gone from preferring tummy time to being a typical baby and hating tummy time fiercely. This is not my favorite development since he really needs to be on his tummy since his head shape is changing pretty quickly, but I’m not going to force him to do it when he screams like crazy. It’s a delicate balance of how long I can push him and how long is too long for him to tolerate.
We’re going to my hometown again this weekend for my uncle’s 60th birthday party. I’m looking forward to seeing family again, but damn if I’m not tired of the car. That’s gonna have to be our last trip for a while. Especially since I really need to buckle down and study for my board exam. It’s harder to study for that than I imagined it would be.
I need to get my oil changed, but ugh, I do not want to. I really don’t want to schlep the baby there with me, but I have no choice. Hopefully he’ll sleep through it, since the car seat is his favorite place to sleep these days.
Alright, I’m going to try to move the baby to bed and watch the rest of a movie with my husband. Have a great week!