Dreaming.In.Reality

Today Lucien had his first in a series of Meningitis shots, that went as well as all shots can go. Full of screaming and tears. However the big concern was him being weighed and discovering he’d only gained an ounce in the past 3 weeks. -sighs- So we’re supplementing for the next little while with formula to bring his weight up. I also have a dr. appt for myself Friday afternoon to get a prescription for Domperidone, which should increase my milk supply. I have to take Lucien back to the dr. on Friday am for a weigh in to see if he’s gained anything between this morning and then. I’ll also be taking him to the well baby clinic next Thursday to get weighed as well.

I think the combination of my IUD and this month’s growth spurt just put a double whammy on the poor little guy. He’s zonked out right now. If anything the formula will knock him out better for naps and bedtime.

Nurse the baby in bed -yawns- knocks me out every time!

eant to be completed by ADULTS (defined as graduating high school at least three years ago!).

Tired of all of those surveys made up by high school kids?

‘Have you ever kissed someone?’
‘Told someone you loved them?’
‘Drank alcohol?’

Here are some questions for the people who are a little more mature.

1. What bill do you hate paying the most?
Any of them

2. What’s the best place to eat a romantic dinner?
On my patio

3. Last time you puked from drinking?
Er… I can’t remember what comes first, my immigration finalization date… or the trip to Gracie’s with Marc and Trevor. But they both happened in the same 2 month time span and they were the last times I yacked from drinking. Which was 2004.

4. When is the last time you got drunk and danced on a bar?
I have never danced on a bar.

5. Name of your 2nd grade teacher?
I had 2. The first one I only had for 3 months and then we moved. The second one was Ms. Hart. She was an evil evil old bat.

Continue reading ‘The Grown Up Survey nabbed from Bev‘

Not any serious ones mind you.. but I really wish I had gotten off my duff and taken newborn photos of Lucien. I wish there were more of the two of us in that fragile new stage. It’s one of the things that makes me teary eyed. Maybe more than it should, but he’s growing so fast and it sort of scares me that my memories of him being really tiny are somewhat foggy.