The Baby is two-months-old. We spent part of the day in the pediatrician’s office, discovering that he really is a moose. No wonder my back is sore: he has gained more than six pounds since birth and has grown four and one-half inches. The Girl spent the entire time in the ped’s office telling anyone who would listen:
“No shots! No shots!”
She didn’t get any, but The Baby got two: IPV and pneumoccocal. He cried a bit, but not as much as I expected.
We were done about 11 a.m., which was exceedingly early considering the usual duration of pediatrics visits at this particular practice. I had an appointment in Skokie at 2, and was set to drop The Boy and The Girl off at a neighbor’s house at 1 p.m. To split the gap, we went to Target. The Girl, especially, likes to make me chase her through the store, so it’s always a good way to kill some time. We had lunch while there — I am digging the new organics lunches offered by the Target cafe. Picked up a Razor scooter for The Boy, who has been asking for one for several months, and birthday presents for a friend. The Girl got a new bathing suit, which she demanded that the neighbor put on her (despite the gray, cool weather) after I dropped her off.