Here's Louis right after dinner playing his Great Grandpa McCarley's guitar.
Jean had 2 doctors appointments today. At the pediatrician she got a vaccine and weighed in at just under 20lbs and we were given the green light to go ahead and try and give her some solid food. We're gonna start with sweet potatoes this weekend. It's a month earlier than we started with Louis, but as the bib says, she's a CHOWHOUND and lately she's been eyeing my food as I eat. Perhaps it's time...
Her second appointment was with the eye doctor. The good news is that her blocked duct is the "good" kind. Meaning it's the kind that has a 50% chance to heal on it's own before she's 1 year old. I didn't know there was a "bad" kind, but apparently there is and it's caused by nearsightedness or something or other.
The Dr. gave us more antibiotics and said it's okay to stop and start them for the next few months as we wait and see if it clears up. If it doesn't she'll go to the hospital in Georgetown and get some laughing gas (can I get some too please?) and as he put it, "I'll roto-root her blocked duct and she'll be all set to go." WELL OKAY THEN!
Louis was kind of a nutjob today. Quintessential 2 year old moments, nonstop. Somehow he got the idea that it's funny to bite Jean. What the hell?
