And the overshare award goes to…..
Today was muuuuch better than yesterday. Avery wasn’t out to get me, Baby Henry seemed to feel a bit better and I didn’t go psycho on anyone. Although, the baby had another rocephin shot because his ear is apparently just awful, and will have another Friday. On a happier note, his little lungs are sounding clearer, so we are slowing down the albuterol. And, I had tennis practice tonight, so I got to get out of the house and take some frustration out on a few hundred tennis balls.
The Mister met me there so that he could stay with Henry while Aves and I went to the “cookie store” for groceries. However, she had other plans, and Daddy and his girl actually wound up going to his office to visit and I stayed there… I guess he decided he would be proactive in preventing any mommy melt-downs and cancelled a meeting to do dr. duty. (Last night, he also took Avery and they cooked dinner while mommy had a stiff vodka drink and watched last week’s Lost on the computer…)
The Mister was taking his sweet time getting there, so we signed in and were hanging around the sick kid check-in desk. (No way in hell was I allowing Avery into that waiting room… We just got her well.) And, leave it to my little princess…… Baby Henry was on the floor in his carrier and Avery was on my hip. It was extremely busy and lots of parents and kids were there, all looking miserable, but smiling politely at one another…. And… My little gem starts rubbing my boob. I brushed her hand away and ignored it the first few times and then finally told her, very quietly, to knock it off.
She did it again and I said, trying hard to be discreet “Stop… Stop! Just what the heck are you doing????” She says, very loudly, with genuine interest and concern, in her sweetest little girl voice, “Your boobies!” *pat, pat* “Your boobies, Mommy! What happened to them???” I looked around, mortified, at all the other moms that are trying really hard not to laugh. I said in a hushed voice, “We don’t talk about boobies in public, nor do we touch them. It’s not nice.” To which she asks again “But, WHAT happened to them???” I lean close to her ear to reiterate that it’s not nice, but before I could open my mouth, she busts out with “BUT, MOMMY, THEY GOT BIG!!!!” There was no stifling laughter after that…. What could I say???? The child is perceptive…. So, I answered with, after scanning for minimal male ears, “Becuase Mommy has on a padded bra. Now, HUSH!” Good thing she is so damn cute.
See…. I told you, the new chicken cutlets really are the bomb… Even my 2.5 year old notices my new cleavage.