The 411
32.8: Carter's weight, in pounds, at his four-year check-up yesterday.
40.25: Carter's height, in inches.
3: Number of vaccinations he braved.
102.3: His highest temperature today. Poor little guy.
16: Times he watched his "There Goes a Fire Truck" DVD whilst crashed on the couch.
.25": The depth of the groove his healthy siblings have worn in the floor running laps as he vegged.
8:15 a.m.: Time the babysitter called to cancel for this evening, thus quashing our last date-night opportunity of 2006.
6.5: Days remaining until we drive to Dixie for Christmas.
327: Things to check off my to-do list before we leave town.
90: Absolutely gorgeous holiday cards sitting in a box by the computer, waiting to be addressed and mailed.
180: Number of times I have spied the card box out of the corner of my eye and mistaken it for a big box of chocolates. (Thanks, Jen.)
1: Pink line in the result window this morning. (Insert sigh of relief here.)
8: Nights of light, beginning tonight. Happy Chanukkah!
60: Fingers and toes Trey just washed.
5: Diapers we have left in the house, so I'm off to the store...
40.25: Carter's height, in inches.
3: Number of vaccinations he braved.
102.3: His highest temperature today. Poor little guy.
16: Times he watched his "There Goes a Fire Truck" DVD whilst crashed on the couch.
.25": The depth of the groove his healthy siblings have worn in the floor running laps as he vegged.
8:15 a.m.: Time the babysitter called to cancel for this evening, thus quashing our last date-night opportunity of 2006.
6.5: Days remaining until we drive to Dixie for Christmas.
327: Things to check off my to-do list before we leave town.
90: Absolutely gorgeous holiday cards sitting in a box by the computer, waiting to be addressed and mailed.
180: Number of times I have spied the card box out of the corner of my eye and mistaken it for a big box of chocolates. (Thanks, Jen.)
1: Pink line in the result window this morning. (Insert sigh of relief here.)
8: Nights of light, beginning tonight. Happy Chanukkah!
60: Fingers and toes Trey just washed.
5: Diapers we have left in the house, so I'm off to the store...
posted by mrsf5 at 5:50 PM
4 Comments:
CUTE
can I join carter on the couch. I'm feeling not-so-hot today (flu, here I come...but wait, 2 parties and medieval times with my entire fam tomorrow night...no rest for the weary
Carter-bug-I feel your pain!
tell mom to a) eat some chocolate...b)pat herself on the back for that single pink line...c)try again next month (ha!)
Jen
pink line??? what? poor little man. and poor siblings wishing their big bro was back to his old self.
HaHa, "60: Fingers and toes Trey just washed"!! That's about it, isn't it? Ah, a day in the life.
Pink line?! Pink line?! Don't tell me you're trying to outdo me on the overactive uterus.
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