We kicked off our week with Camilla's "two month" doctor visit...even though she's closer to three months now. Oh well. Details, details.
Look at that jolly, happy baby!!
Camilla post-appointment and post-shots:
|Don't worry or call CPS- she was being well-supervised. You can even see my butt indentation on the cushion next to her, so...proof. Proof that I should go to the gym immediately.|
Not pictured: lots of inconsolable screaming. For two days.
In conclusion, she did not really like her doctor's appointment. On the plus side, we found out her height (23 in) and weight (13 pounds 9 oz) and the doctor was happy with her health and overall smile-iness. Oh and she also confirmed that her eyelashes are in at least the 99th percentile. But on the other hand, the misery of shots far outweighed all that, so...boo.
While I've enjoyed the extra snuggles and her wanting to be held all the time and nap on my chest all the time (and watch Gilmore Girls all the time, obviously), I have not enjoyed the random screaming bloody murder or the fact that I'm running a sympathy fever (??? is that a thing? I have a fever for no reason, then). I hope that things go back to normal soon.
This did give me a great opportunity to use one of the Big Four Parenting Excuses, though. I've been excited about getting through them all and now I'm halfway there! As a pre-parent, I observed that parents blamed basically any and every negative or out-of-ordinary thing their babies did on one of four things:
1. Growth spurt
4. Time change
So now I've officially played the 'oh, it's a growth spurt' and 'she's screaming in a restaurant because she had SHOTS' cards. I just can't wait to use the other two- shouldn't be long now for the Time Change, but I'm hoping she doesn't start teething for at least another year. I want her to be a toothless baby for a really long time.
On a completely unrelated note, some neighbors down the street put up the best Halloween decorations EVER.
I know it's really hard to see the writing on the gravestones- apparently my nighttime iPhone photography isn't the best. And I keep saying I'm going to go take a picture during the daytime, but Millie had her shots and also I'm running a fever and apparently can't walk five houses down...
Anyway, this is a graveyard of our SEC rival teams (including the ones we aren't playing this year, ha). The gravestones are HILARIOUS. Like in the front left, you can see "Mizzou and A&M: Death by Chubb" (he's our unbelievable running back) and like- that is freaking awesome. Anyway. This makes me think I need to become BFF with these neighbors. In addition to having the best Halloween idea ever, they also have fabulous roses, a front porch swing with gorgeous pillows, and a baby girl who appears to be about 6 months old. My new life goal will be to befriend them. Mark it down.
Speaking of football- I'd like to give at least partial credit for last weekend's win to Millie. Chubb can take the other half of the credit, but I'm guessing he wouldn't look nearly this cute in polka dots.
In case anyone ever implies that you should not layer a red polka-dotted tunic over a black polka-dotted onesie...well, obviously they are wrong. Yet another fashion win for the baby (and game win for the Bulldogs)!!