Seriously, sometimes it takes me longer to come up with a title than to knock out my blog blatherings.
I had to take both kids to their well child check-ups this afternoon. They are both on target for height and weight. Poor Sissy had to get a finger stick (I can't even remember why they needed it, but said they'd call with the results next week, so I'll find out then). The finger stick was really just the icing on the cake for her, as she'd been screaming bloody murder since the moment we walked into the exam room. She sees that crunchy exam table paper and just freaks out.
Buddy was given a prescription for Albuterol and we got a handy rental nebulizer, since he was still sounding wheezy from last week's creeping crud. The doctor told me lots of kids had the same thing and they were apparently prescribing the Albuterol on a regular basis.
I need to make a follow up appointment for next week, so she can see if the breathing treatments are helping Buddy and also, he needs a hep something or other vaccine. She was going to do it today, but - I guess upon sensing the tension on my face - decided to let it wait until the follow up. So, now he's got a whole week to whine about it and make my life miserable.
As we left the office, we had to walk past several parked cars and on one truck, I saw this:
Yep, truck nutz. I hoped neither kid would espy the display. Well, actually, Sissy would have no clue and Buddy would probably have just laughed. Maybe I should have pointed them out!
I have no clue why hanging rubberized balls on your truck hitch seems like such a wonderful idea.
All I know is it looked exactly like the type of truck you'd see during deer season, hauling a deer carcass in the bed with a wad of rags stuffed up its' butt.
I am a terribly disgusting person, but even I can't stomach that sort of thing.
On a positive note, my hubby arrived home this evening wearing his wedding band after having outgrown it (ahem) about 2 and a half years ago. He's my big beefy burrito (no recipe for that, sorry gals!). Ppppthhhhpppp! And one more PS. TIFF - NO, I am not pregnant!!! The Evil Twin's nutsack got snipped a couple of years ago, a few months after Sissy was born. Hee hee.