SPINNING

Thursday, March 7, 2013

It's been interesting at the Perry house lately.  I came down with a stomach virus and spent three days not happy with life in general.  Emma surpassed the 7 month mark on Sunday, celebrating with a stomach virus and apparently a slight ear infection.  We wouldn't have known about the ear thing if not for taking her to the doctor for the fever we thought was related to her stomach thing.  Hoping David doesn't get it, because I just might lose my mind.

Last week I saw a pomeranian with a rain coat.

Last week I yelled at a guy at Whole Foods for contaminating one dish on the hot bar by using the spoon from another dish.  He wasn't from here.  He didn't get it.

I wrote Chick-fil-A and told them of my severe disappointment in the discontinuation of the Chargrilled Chicken and Fruit Salad.  Really let them have a piece of my mind.  I bet you'll see the salad back on the menu in no time flat.

My frustration with the growing population of inept drivers in Chapel Hill is growing.  And they seem to be all located in the general vicinity of Whole Foods.  Perhaps I just need to not go to Whole Foods.  It just breeds irritation.

I may have a stern conversation with a man today at work. This isn't like me, but he is pushing the envelope. An old man who wears all denim. Come at me bro.


My baby girl has a butt rash from her explosiveness on the back end.  A side effect from the amoxicillin no doubt, but my poor baby's butt is red.  So sad, It's smelly too.  This weekend, it looked like a wheatgrass smoothie came out.  I'm going to buy David one sometime and see if he wants to drink it.  I'm betting no and no thank you again.  Bless her little heart, it's like something died in there.

Emma tried sweet potatoes last night (they smelled nasty, I would have done the heisman). She ate some good bites. She did some body shivering. She puckered up and made faces. It was hilarious. She did great. We are proud. Next up is a pizza.

My milk has gone down in levels never before seen. I hope it is dehydration related and not the cow is now dead related. I am actually quite concerned about this one and am hoping upon hope that my water deluge works to restore dairy production following the sickness. Change that to really freaking out. PLEASE LET THERE BE MILK.

In 11 days, Gracie will turn 8 years old.  My little baby puppy.  Where did the time go????  Oh, it must have gone into me and David creating a little baby Emma.  Happy Birthday Clara's Pup Princess Caroline Grace!!!

From 10 pm last night until 7:30 this morning, I have...

-washed all of Emma's bottles and their parts

-pumped twice

-worried about my milk

-filled bottles and got them ready for school

-used the restroom

-loaded the dishwasher

-showered

-worried about my milk

-made eggs

-put lunch together for me and David (grabbing and thrusting frozen meals and meat into his arms)

-fed and or topped off Emma three times

-changed two blowout Huggies

-cleaned up spit up

-worried about my milk

-changed outfits twice (Emma's, not mine)

-administered a dose of medicine

-run the dryer

-got dressed

-drove to school to bring the probiotic we forgot

-worried about my milk

-drove to work

-toasted a bagel

Oh, and I think I slept a couple of hours.  To make me feel better, lookit this big grin from the sweet pea herself :)