Friday, September 11, 2009

Butter...blah blah blah...Muffins...


I left and returned to my house approximately 399 times yesterday(Wednesday).

Dropped of Bubbalu at MIL's house and brought Lil Chick to her nine month, 9:00 appointment at the doctor....on 9/09/09. Weird. She really did turn EXACTLY nine months old yesterday. Like I said, weird.

Turns out she is still super stinkin tiny, so much so that the Doctor advised adding butter, heavy cream or olive oil to her meals. Yum Yum, eat up darlin! She hits all of those developmental markers, she's just a pipsqueak. However, a fiery lil pipsqueak. She may be small, but she's mighty.

Lil Chick is a screechy, shrieking aficionado. I sometimes wonder if my neighbors think I lay around all day sticking her with pins. In reality, she screeches when she is holding a toy, looking at her brother, or just because she's bored. You know, maybe she just wants a big bowl of butter.

We had a lovely relaxing afternoon of x-rays, medication, schlepping to the doctor and tears from Bubbalu over concerns of a broken forearm...all turning out to be a dislocated elbow. It was a trying and emotionally exhausting day. I am praising God for Bubbalu's health and intact bones.

Favorite part of my day occurred in the x-ray waiting room. This waiting room was extremely cavernous and seemed to magnify (ha! NPI) every whispered word or sound. Two year olds don't seem to get the whisper concept. At least my two year old doesn't get it. He's busy commenting on everyone's shoes, the man in the wheelchair, the lights, the gumball machine, the blue chairs...you name it. Everyone was politely ignoring him.

Then there was....silence.

Until a certain 31.8lb two year old voice belted out, "DO YOU KNOW THE MUFFIN MAN, THE MUFFIN MAN, THE MUFFIN MAN! DO YOU KNOW THE MUFFIN MAN WHO LIVES ON DRURY LANE!"

We are just the par-tay of the x-ray waiting room. You need an x-ray? Call us, we're quite entertaining. Who knows, we may even bring muffins...

A

8 comments :

  1. Ha! Glad the little man is ok and the arm is fine. Eat up little chick..maybe she just needs to come over here...we don't seem to have trouble fattening up the babies...it's once they hit 2 that we can't seem to keep their pants up anymore :)

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  2. HAHA- Oh, I wish I could have been there when he yelled that out :)

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  3. Glad the boy is in tact:) I hear ya on the shrieking thing (literally!:) Max was a shrieker. We didn't go out much for several months. I kept telling myself "it's just a phase" "It will only last a couple of months" it felt like an eternity, but now that he can talk, it's much better:) He is still volatile, and passionate. I don't think that will ever change, and I'm ok with that:)

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  4. My 3year old always has to sing his ABC's quite loudly when we are between the outer doors & the inner doors ANYWHERE, could be the bank, church, Dairy Queen.... he doesn't get it either, but it's better than him yelling & whinging. At least he's happy!

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  5. What a crazy day! I hate x-ray machines. They creep me out!

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  6. adorable story! kids say the darnest things...hehe!

    you have an adorable family. if ever i'm on your side of town i'd love to photograph your family. i'm a photographer.

    http://www.sherrardphotography.com
    http://www.jemappelles-christa.blogspot.com

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  7. Haha LOVED your post (and your blog); hopefully, I'll never end up in an x-ray room, but if i ever do I know who i'll be thinking of!

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  8. Ah, yes, the lovely dislocated elbow. Those are fun.

    My girls love the Muffin Man too, but it's all because of Shrek.

    I don't know if I can keep reading your blog because I'm feeling more and more UN-crafty ;) Love ya!

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