Nyquil Time

I am sick. Surprise, surprise.

Yes, Cade was sick for weeks, so it is really not surprising that I am now. I am miserable. So before I drug myself to sleep with Walquil (okay, the Walgreen's brand isn't really called that, but it should be) I thought I would post about Cade's 18-month well check appointment today.

Cade weighs in at just over 27 pounds (but carry him for a while--I swear it is closer to 100) and is 33.5 inches tall! That puts him in the 75% for weight and 90% for height. He is right on track as far as development goes. He can run, throw a ball, kick a ball, and climb up stairs. He will "read" a book--and knows when it is upside down. He will scribble with crayons (for a few seconds before trying to eat them), sings songs, and blows kisses. He knows several words in sign language (his favorite is cookie) and understands A LOT of what we say. More than he lets on I am sure.

There are only two issues we have to deal with. One is cutting him off of his pacifier. That is a task for another day. When I can be home from work for several days--and when I am feeling much, much better. What a nightmare that will be. The other thing is his limited spoken vocabulary. Most babies Cade's age can say 10-20 words. Cade says juice, shoes, ball, up, and many animal sounds. But, he doesn't say Mommy or Daddy or doggy...things like that. So, as a precaution--we are sure everything is fine-- Cade will go and have his hearing tested. Better to get things checked out than ignore them.

Cade only had to get one shot today. Now he is done with vaccines until he is three years old! Yeah! He did great with it, but was very ready to go at the end of the appointment.

My Boss' Response

Remember the truffle?

I got a message from my pharmacy manager regarding the "present" we left for him yesterday.

He said that he has always been impressed coming into the pharmacy after I have worked. That it is always nice and clean. That there are never any problems. But, now I am slacking and I need to learn to pick up my CRAP!

Good response. I am just glad he thought it was funny. And that he didn't fire me.

Truffle Trouble

I love the pharmacy I work in.

We are a slower store with a steady customer base. Which means at Christmas we get a lot of goodies from our customers who like us and appreciate us. Things like yummy home baked breads, cookies, etc. One customer brought us a bag of chocolate truffles that were meltinyourmouthohmygoodness good. Not wanting everyone at work to find out what a pig I truly am, I had two of them and then told myself that they were off limits. The fact that I listened to myself is an amazing thing.

I worked this weekend. The intern who was working with me (who we stole from my husband's pharmacy) decided she needed some chocolate and pulled out the bag of truffles. I watched her to see if I could still refrain from eating one or if I was going to be overwhelmed by the sight of the heavenly chocolate. What Karen pulled out of the bag looked identical to DOG POOP! I laughed and laughed. That really helped me decide that I didn't need to eat one. Karen still ate one. A different one...one that looked more like a ball of chocolate and less like canine feces.

We left this piece of chocolate on a stool in the pharmacy for the staff to find tomorrow. We contemplated leaving a note with it. Things like, "Beware of Stool on Stool" and "Same Shit, Different Day" came to mind. But, in the end (no pun intended) we decided that no note was the best thing. Leaving it a mystery makes it perfect.

How to Get My Husband Excited

Okay. Get your mind out of the gutter.

I get random emails. You buy something once and you are on their email lists forever. I got an email from Ticketmaster advertising their upcoming events. I read through the email and I found out that the Doodlebops are coming in concert. I laughed. I called Jim at work and here is our conversation:

Me: Hey, guess who's coming in concert!
Him: Who?
Me: The Doodlebops! (snicker, snicker) Isn't that funny!
Him: We should go! (In a scarily excited voice)
Me: You want to see them?
Him: Well, I think Cade would love it.
Me: He is 18 months old...who would love it? You or him?
Him: When is it?
Me: Sunday the 17th.
Him: Shoot! I have to work! You could take him.
Me: I don't want to see the Doodlebops.
Him: Maybe next time.

Do you remember my very first post? I said that I thought Jim secretly really liked the Doodlebops. I think he is being less secretive and more obvious. I am still NOT going to that concert!

Here is a video of Jim's favorite part of the Doodlebops show. He will sing this song all day!