Michael had to go to the pediatrician today for the rest of his shots. He is up to 4 feet 3.5 inches! He weighs a solid 70 lbs. He is getting to be a little bruiser!
Alesia is now 5’4 and ¾. I thought she was 5’5, but not quite. Of course, my measurement against the door isn’t highly accurate.
When I got up at 5:45 this morning, Alesia was already up. I know this because I heard her in the bathroom, and when I checked on her, her hair was perfectly straight [as opposed to its natural after-bath state, very curly] and she had on eye makeup. Primping is the only thing which lures her to arise early. I lectured her for a minute about getting enough sleep, because we had been up a wee bit late last night, finishing up watching Braveheart.
“But I’m not sleepy!” she wailed.
“SHHHH! Keep your voice down! Michael is still asleep. If you were half as concerned about your homework as you are about your hair, you’d be making straight A’s,” I grumped. I am not in a terribly pleasant mood that early in the morning.
Michael had “wild hair day” at school. This is a gimmick for the kids to donate money to the PTSA. They give a minimum of .50 and get to wear their hair wild. Alesia put a lot of mousse on it and tried to spike it for him this morning, but it kept falling down. I worked on it a while too, but it never looked wild enough for him. When we pulled up to the front of the school, he was pouting, until he saw there were parent volunteers there with cans of hair coloring. They "punk’d" his hair for him. He had red streaks all day – not too noticeable, thank goodness, as his hair is naturally a reddish brown.
Nobody at the pediatrician’s office said a word about his hair. The tech who gave him his three immunizations had a pierced nose, however. So….
I like the pediatrician’s office because
there are small TV’s in the waiting rooms, and there are always videos playing.
We watched part of Finding Nemo while we waited around. When I was a kid it was always a small, cold, uncomfortable room that smelled like antiseptic, and was far from fun.
I stopped at CVS on the way home and picked up some anti-nausea wristbands for Alesia. I remember a pregnant lawyer I worked for years ago wearing them, and she said they helped the nausea. Alesia hates taking Bonine or Dramamine and they don’t seem to work too well, so I figure the wristbands are worth a shot. We are driving 7 hours to Myrtle Beach on Thursday and I want to be prepared.
Michael’s newest trick is making farting noises with his prosthesis. It’s highly annoying – they are really loud noises. I need to have a come-to-Jesus meeting with him about making those noises.
Then again, Michael has a beautiful heart. We were watching Braveheart the other night, and there’s a scene when William Wallace’s father has been killed, and the bagpipe players gather outside the house to play mournfully on the pipes. That brought big tears to my eyes, and I choked up when I was trying to explain to the children about the pipers and how important that they are to Scottish culture and history. I am part Scot. Maybe that’s why I was so moved.
As soon as he saw I was teary eyed, Michael got up and came over to snuggle with me on the sofa. “You OK Mommmy?” he said? He is such a sweet little guy, always running to comfort me on the rare occasion I cry around them.
Watching that, Alesia said sadly, “I would come over too, Mom, but I can’t.” She had a plate full of cake and ice cream on her lap! In our house, you cannot leave that sort of thing unattended for a moment of Coco will get it. LOL
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Today, I got an envelope from Alesia’s English teacher with a letter in it, addressed to me. I’m assuming this was an English assignment. It just about wiped me out. There are hearts and stars drawn all over it. Here’s what it said:
Dear Mom,
Thank you for the love and generosity you give me every day. Thank you for the clothes, food, and other wonderful things I ask for or want that you get for me. I want you to know that I will love you forever and that you are my wonderful mom forever.
Thank you for the education and the money that you spend on me. I am more than happy to be your daughter. Also, thank you for the brother you gave me. He is my best buddy ever. Thank you for a dog that I like to play with and talk to. And thank you for being the wonderful Mother you are!
Big hug and a big kiss,
Love Alesia
Happy Thanksgiving
