Budget season is upon us at work, and this means that I have been a very busy little bee, indeed. Thankfully, the crux of it is over, and I have a moment to breathe.
So, there are a few interesting things on my mind.
This morning, I hit a bird. It was purely accidental, and, to be fair, it really bounced off the car in front of me before I hit it with my front bumper. I didn’t get a good look at it, but I think it was a pigeon. Either way, it traumatized me enough that I had to call Cute Husband immediately and tell him. I’m so glad Baby C was facing the other way and didn’t see what I did. I think he would have been properly mortified if he understood any of it.
Baby C and I had our doctor’s appointments yesterday. Dr W has been so great as Baby C’s pediatrician, I decided to officially make him our family doctor. Baby C is now 26.5 inches long and 17 pounds, 1 ounce. I had to get on the scale, too, but suffice it to say that I weigh significantly more than he does. I’m also taller, but only for now, because, unlike the baby, I’m no longer growing in a vertical direction.
So, as yesterday marked Baby C’s 6-month check-up (10 days after his 6-month birthday), it also meant he got his immunizations. Since it’s flu season and he goes to daycare, I opted for us both to get the flu shot. He was a champ and hollered a bit when they stuck him with the needles, but as soon as I picked him up and started to hush him, he smiled at his nurse. He’s a little flirt, that one. I’ll need to watch out for him when he gets older, or I’ll have a bunch of teeny bopper girls eyeing him and giggling when I pick him up from school in 13 years or so. Not that I ever behaved that way around a boy, mind you.
Baby C also spiked a fever early this morning, which alarmed me. I gave him some Tylenol, bundled him up, then held him close until I felt his forehead, neck, and feet had all cooled considerably. Only then was I able to sleep, though not peacefully. This morning, his temperature was still elevated, but since he was playing and cooing and seemed otherwise normal, I dressed him in his first autumn outfit (it was a balmy 68 degrees when we left the house this morning!) and took him to school.
I’m so glad tomorrow is Friday. I feel like I haven’t been at work at all this week, but at the same time, I feel like I haven’t been at home, either. Weather permitting, I think Cute Husband and I are going to take Baby C to the Magic Kingdom for a little while. Cute Husband needs to get a haircut, and while he’s being groomed, Baby C and I can people-watch on Main Street. He’s sitting in the main part of his stroller now, and he leans forward in it, taking in all the sights. I think he likes to feel the wind on his face, too. It’s quite adorable to watch.
T-Dawg is also having his annual Halloween party on Saturday. At its height, his house would be completely crammed with people, many of them consuming great quantities of alcohol. Nowadays, there’s no telling how the turnout will be. I didn’t go to the party last year (I had an awful headache, was starting to become obviously pregnant, and still hadn’t told our core group of friends), but I’ll be there this year to show off Baby C in his Yoda costume (a hand-me-down from my sister’s friend). Of course, we’ll get to the house very early in the afternoon and turn around to go home before the party officially starts, but at least Baby C will make an appearance, however brief it may be.