Honeymoon's over. Okay, I know in the realm of a kid hearing something and repeating it, this is quite tame. As far as obscenities, it ranks right down there with William Thacker's use of "oopsie daisy" in Notting Hill. But still. Mabes hit a new milestone this week: name calling. I know all kids do it, and I know it will get much worse once she's in elementary school, but it's still kind of sad. (Though her choice of names was kind of funny.) Thanks a lot, George and Martha. Your hilarious hippo antics have taught my 3-year-old to call me outdated names.
Oh, and we had an ultrasound with a specialist this week. Because of my heart, my OB wanted an in-depth look to make sure baby's heart is okay. The baby was very cooperative and they were able to get all the measurements they needed, and they even got a few shots they don't usually get until later. So the perinatologist is confident that the baby's heart is perfect. Yay!
So what is it, you ask? I don't know. That information is sealed up in an envelope in my carry-on, to be opened tonight once we're officially "on bay-cation," as Mabes is calling it. I've held out all week, I can wait a few hours more, right?
3 comments:
Can't waaaaait!
Awwww, but what if *I* want to know? I'll just have to wait, I suppose :)
Oh my word. Love this post!! That Mabes is priceless. And I have to admit, I have been thinking about what is written in the envelope several times this week too. I can't wait to find out!!! DYING here! Have so much fun on your vacation!~
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