I am going to bed now

Fifteen-month checkup went off without a hitch. Here are the stats:

Height: 31.5 inches

Weight: 24 lbs, 4 oz.

Head circumference: 48.5 cm

Number of mean old shots in his sweet chubby thighs: 2

Extra ounces added to weight by wet cloth diaper: at least 4

Number of random questions asked by pediatrician: 2 or 3

I really like our pediatrician, don’t get me wrong. But when you think of the typical pediatrician — wacky tie and “Hey! Hey!” attitude — that is the opposite of our doctor. Petite, rather solemn, cold hands. Yep, that’s her.

But I think she took some kind of bedside manner workshop or something, because she was all trying to make small-talk and stuff. This is very unusual for her, trust me. Questions like, ‘Does Auggie have any grandparents in town?’ and ‘So, are you getting a Christmas tree?’ don’t seem to have any deeper health implications to me, so I’m completely stumped.


So we had a good time again today. It seemed like we were running from 8 a.m. on. Once we got home and he was down for the count, I thought I’d try to get a little of that nap-action myself. About that time, the dogs decided that they were ready to play, so it took about 10 minutes of face-licks to calm them down. Once they were settled, Coco snoring away, and me finally able to close my eyes, Auggie was up and ready to go again. Of course.

I was disappointed, because I was all comfortable, even laying on my stomach. Now, all of you ladies out there who are stomach-sleepers, I would highly recommend not having a child. Beyond the many months you have no option but to sleep on your side during pregnancy, the fun doesn’t stop once your tummy is (relatively-speaking) flat again.

You see, when you’re nursing, there is no way you want to have anything touching those bad boys, let alone resting the weight of your entire body on them. So finally, 25 months later, I’m willing and able to sleep on my stomach again.

And it just doesn’t feel right anymore.