When you get a good pediatrician, you hold onto her.
Not, like, in an awkward physical way, because then you might go to jail or something. But in an “Even though we moved over an hour and a half away from your office, we’re still going to make the commute to see you every six months, because you’re the nicest, most perceptive, most thorough physician for children that I could ever imagine, and the trip is worth it” kind of way.
We have that pediatrician, and today was Logan’s two-year-old checkup. He passed with flying colors, even though he’s a little low on the growth curve, in both height and weight. But seriously, if you know how small I am, that’s not a big shocker.
So that means I’ve been in the city in which I grew up for about 24 hours now. We stay with my parents when we come into town for any reason, and my mom usually mixes a super tasty cocktail for me when I come into town. I pretty much never drink anymore (as evidenced by the fact that I got wasted off a mere three drinks the night before Logan’s birthday), so after two Margaritas In A Bag
Like Capri-Sun for adults!
I was feeling enough to just want to go to bed. So instead of writing this post last night and scheduling it for this morning, I slept. Sorry, dudes.
So this week is less of me winning at parenting, and much more of me absolutely sucking at it, and learning things the hard way. I guess this is kind of a public service announcement thing, then.
That’s a “Bobby ban-aid” (Spongebob Band-Aid) on his forehead. And on his chin. But we’re focusing on the forehead one.
We let him wear it for decoration. He absolutely loved it. People in public asked what happened, and thought it was totally cute when I said it was just for fun.
I have the cutest kid. For real.
Obligatory future blackmail picture.
So, that was fun and adorable and he loved it, and so did everyone who saw it. Cute, cute, cute.
But then, three days later, when we took it off…
Don’t let your kid wear a Band-Aid for three straight days, you guys. Especially if you don’t know how your child’s skin reacts to adhesives.
I win a little less at parenting now. Shame.
Ok but look at this as a win. You totally are saving me from embarrassment. What if I wore a band aid for attention and then got a rash? This is vital info. Thanks lady!
Well, then, YOU ARE SO WELCOME.
So I wouldn’t worry about it too much. I wore band-aids all the time when I was little. My dad actually has this awesome story. I was sitting on our bay window with the window open and there was the screen. My dad came home from work, took his belt off and was joking that he was going to snap me with it. As any 3 or 4 year old would do, I leaned back and pushed right out the screen door, getting a full trip to the ER. When the nurses and doctors asked me what happened, I responded and I quote, “My Daddy pushed me out the window.” As anyone with a medical background knows, this is quite a serious accusation from a kid. Guess who has two thumbs and was going through a serious band-aid’s are fashionable phase?! Social Services loved us that day.
When my cousin was about four years old, she and her mom (my mom’s sister) were grocery shopping. My cousin wanted some sort of sugary cereal or something, and her mom kept saying no. Over and over, until my aunt raised her voice and said, “Heather, I said NO!”
My cousin, who never got a spanking IN HER LIFE, said (just loudly enough for the other women in the aisle to hear), “Okay, Mommy. Just please don’t hit me again!”
My cousin is now a prominent lawyer in DC. Go figure.
Once I was at the grocery store with my aunt, I was probably 10. We were joking with the cashier, I looked him dead in the face and go, “She kidnapped me.” thankfully he did NOT believe me and my aunt totally didn’t drop the ball and played along saying, “oh naturally. This is the first time you’ve been out in months.”
I’m fairly certain I gave the guy a piece of my super awesome zebra gum as a reward for not freaking out.
That’s funny. Oliver’s currently in the middle of a band-aid phase, too. He keeps telling me he’s got a “boo boo” and needs a band-aid. I went through that phase as a kid, too. My mom told me it got so expensive, she just started giving me strips of tape.
I doubt it’s this, but keep an eye on Logan for a latex allergy, just in case! They’re fairly common, as far as allergies go, and they can cause pretty strong reactions in some people. At Swedish Hospital, they won’t even let people bring balloons in anymore because of people’s latex allergies!
Just in case:
http://www.mayoclinic.com/health/latex-allergy/DS00621/DSECTION=symptoms
I have a life-threatening allergy that causes anaphylaxis. My first few exposures to the allergin only caused redness, but, when I was only a few years old, my body went limp from exposure. I guess allergies often get worse from repeated exposure. So, just in case this is a latex allergy, you want to know before it gets bad. Thankfully, Benadryl works wonders! It stopped my throat from swelling shut as a teen
LOL! Ahhh the wicked band-aid adhesive!! I actually have to use threats with band-aids around here because my girls use them like decorations, too. So when they actually have a REAL need for band-aids and there are none, I play the passive aggressive mom and say “See! I told you not to waste all the band-aids on your fake wounds! Now I have nothing to cover that gaping, bleeding hole you have now”. Then, I can’t tell if the tears are for the wound or the realization that the Hello Kitty band-aids really were wasted…
This week, YOU win at parenting!!