Today was busy.
That’s why you don’t have that Disney Food entry by now.
Slept hardcore last night. Didn’t wake up to even go to the Ladies’ (if you are a male who is reading this, know that this is indeed a rarity).
Alarm went off at 9:30 because I was planning to wake up and shower/get ready for my day out before Minion woke up . . . but I didn’t count correctly in my sleep, and raced right through the three allotted alarms.
(Why does my phone not give me an option to set as many snoozes as I want? SOME OF US need a nice hefty ten or twenty.)
Didn’t wake up until surgery scheduling called me at 10:38. Le sigh, but was glad to get that phone call (had been getting fidgety about it) AND glad that something finally woke me up.
Minion was still asleep, so I was still able to shower and get dressed and all that . . . so everything worked out. Woo.
First up was my second voice lesson.
Everything went just as well as last time. I practiced practiced practiced in a panic on Saturday while Knobby was out mowing the yard and couldn’t hear me. Then again yesterday while he was playing games on his computer. Then Minion started screaming and . . . after trial and error I discovered he was screaming WHEN I SANG.
See. That’s why I don’t sing in front of people who can judge. Which, that group now includes a seven month old.
On this, the eve of Minion’s seven month “birthday”
(I know, I know, conflicting terms.)
He weighs 18 pounds and one ounce. His head is a whopping 18 inches circumference. And he is 24.75 inches “tall”.
Obviously, I am brimming with this information, because after the voice lesson, Minion had an appointment with the pediatrician for shots. YAY.
Everything was all fun and giggles BEFORE the needles.
. . .and then . . .
“We’re doing WHAT?”
But afterwards . . . you get to pout for the relatives.
And stare wistfully at a frozen concoction in the smallest Starbucks cup and straw you’ve ever seen.