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Rewind….10/27/05 Baby-gina

To:Jenny
From:Emily
10/27/2005

Kate’s 18-month check-up was on Tuesday, and the doctor said she needed a little medicine on her girl parts because of the remains of her UTI. So we got the prescription filled yesterday, and when we got home Andy looked at the directions for the medicine. It came in a box with a tube of med, a 66-page booklet of directions, and a plunger. That’s right, a plunger, just like one that would come with, say, Monistat 7. So Andy’s reading the directions about how to fill the plunger and where to put it, and I was like, “That thing can NOT fit in there” as the color quickly drained from Andy’s face. So then he looked at the directions from the doctor, and it said just to put a little bit on the outside of her girl parts. Andy nearly passed out from relief. It was pretty humorous.

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To:Emily
From:Jenny

OH MY Gosh I was literally about to cry before you got to the part where you DIDN’T have to stick that thing up Kate’s baby-gina! Praise Jesus! A parent should just never have to do that!! I am also glad you discovered that before Andy hit the floor. In other toddler doctor’s appointment news, Joshua really “enjoyed” his flu shot today and also, as usual, getting his temp taken rectally. They are old-school at his dr’s office! I wanted to give Joshua some Motrin when we got home, to fend off any soreness from the vaccine, and he was by the front door, and he saw me take the Motrin off the mantle, and he goes “Oh! Medsin!” and booked it over to me and practically started climbing up my leg! So congrats to the makers of children’s Motrin on their flavoring! Apparently it’s exrtreeeeeemely tasty. I’ll have to watch and make sure he’s not faking any flu shot reaction symptoms just to get him so mo’ Mo’ (that’s the street name for Motrin, in case you didn’t know.)

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Playing “Peek-a-Boob” at the Poshest Spot in Town

I’m doing a lot of things differently with my second child than I did with my first. One of those things is breastfeeding in public. I have pretty much decided that I am DONE nursing a baby while balancing on a restaurant toilet seat. So I have bravely nursed Sophia in a variety of public places, being careful not to show my goods to the world. However, now that she is a tall, chubby, and very grabby seven-month-old, nursing in public has become far more complicated.

Today I had to nurse Sophia at a very public, very posh spot. A spot I probably am not even classy enough to frequent, but hey, I can dream.

This particular location was outside the Panera Bread at an upscale outdoor mall here in our area. I can’t afford to shop in most of the stores and their target demographic probably thinks I’m “quaint,” but I like it there because it’s a beautiful space and perfect for a stroll with the kids. They also have a fabulous, ginormous bookstore with a train table that Joshua loves. But I digress.

Yesterday I met a friend and her son there so the boys could play and we could catch up. We stopped at the Panera on the way out to bribe Joshua with a cookie so my friend and I could get in some more “mom talk.” I was trying to hold Sophia off, but she was tired and hungry and I had to give in and nurse her – right there on a metal patio chair at the outdoor seating at Panera, which just happens to be at the very front of this mall. I was sitting about ten feet from the edge of the parking lot, and about three feet from the road everyone drives in on when they’re circling for a space. AND I brought the WORST blanket one can use for nursing – it’s all satin on one side and therefore very slippery and hard to keep on myself even when Baby So’s not pulling at it. Add to this that she was super fussy and kicking and crying, and we have a possible peek-a-boob situation. If my friend hadn’t been there, I might’ve been in big trouble! Sophie was so upset that my friend had to help me get situated so I wouldn’t flash all the Beemers & Mercedes that were slowly cruising by in search of that one elite parking spot that would show us riff-raff who was boss. She also had to hold the blanket on for me a couple of different times when it got slippy-slidey.

The point is, it took me and a friend (a very close friend, obviously) to protect the innocent eyes of mall patrons and get my daughter fed. But, we did it! And I didn’t even have to sequester myself on the Panera potty. Yes! Score one for Mommy!

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Numero Uno

For the past couple of weeks, my three-year-old, Joshua, has been practicing making the numbers two and three with his fingers. So when you ask him how old he is, he proudly displays three fingers. This morning, we were in the bathroom and I was brushing my hair (after my shower, which I did not get until almost noon, thank you very much) with my back to Joshua. He said, “Hey Mommy, look!” I turned around to see my beautiful son giving me the bird, his middle finger raised proudly in the air. “I made a one!” he announced with glee.

What could I do? He was so proud of himself! I just grinned really big and said, “Good job buddy!” Now if he does it in public, then we’ll have to talk!

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