Scenes from a Sunday

So, can you guess what we did this past Sunday? If you said baptized the littlest one, you'd be correct. It was a beautiful day overall and these two--oh, I could just eat them both with a spoon.

Sorry things have been so quiet here. There was the funny story last week about the septic system that backed up into all of the showers/tubs in our house...oh wait, not so funny. Yeah, it's been that kind of week around these parts.

Back with more soon, promise.

The girls made it unscathed

Sorry for the radio silence. Seems our phone lines crapped out (no phone, no fax, no internet!) and the big national phone co. had to come out to take a look-see. Turns out that our house was the only one affected--until the technician opened up the network box and everything in it basically turned to dust--effectively taking all of our neighbors phones out of commission too. Oopsies...and it ended up taking the phone company a few days to rebuild and sort it all out.

So--today was the big mammogram day and everything came out just fine. No lumps, no bumps, no nothing, just a rack that survived the smashing. And you know what? It actually wasn't bad at all. Yes, there was some discomfort but that was the extent of it. Nowhere near as bad as I had made it out in my mind to be. Of course, then again, these are 38G boobs so there was a lot of tissue to smush so it couldn't really get too 'flat,' if you know what I mean.

Turning our attention back to the real girls in my life (as opposed to "the girls" on my chest), they are thriving. J's vocabulary is exploding--every day brings a multitude of new words, sentences, mimics, and more. She's also a first-rate comedienne as well as a screaming toddler fully embracing her terrible twos. But man, this is truly a fun age.

As for D, she continues to be HUGE! For real. Earlier this week, she was at 14 lbs. even and this was at 15 weeks old. J didn't even come close to that weight until she was over 5 months old. We saw some friends this weekend and their 1-year old daughter weighs 18 lbs.--so you can imagine the size of my chunky monkey in comparison. I want to eat D's cheeks with a spoon, they're just that delicious.

The biggest news of all around these parts the past week was the fact that I got a pretty kick ass Mother's Day gift--D shared her first laugh with me early on Mother's Day morning. Talk about an amazing way to start the day, and a memory that will live on forever in my heart. A sweet sound, a sweet day combined with two sweet girls, one sweet husband, (oh yeah, and now a pair of sweet lump-free boobs)....

Life doesn't get much better than that around these parts, nor do I want it to (that's not to say it's all wine and roses around these parts as we have our share of bad here and there but the good...it's just so good). And yes, this English major can be so profound with the words, no?

My lovely lady hump/lump

During a lovely lengthy shower last week, I had the distinct displeasure of finding a pea-sized hard-ish lump in my right "under"boob while soaping the girls up. Today I sawDr. Hot at my ob/gyn office and left the office with two scripts--one for a breast u/s, the other for a mammogram. I tried to read his face as he was feeling me up but he had his poker face on, damn him.

Am I scared, yes? Thinking about it, not so much. If I spent all of my time worrying about what this might be, I might never leave the house, preferring to spend my time anxious and self-diagnosing. With that in mind, there will be no Dr. Google in my future. Instead, I will simply expect this to be a minor blip on my radar until I am told otherwise when the results are read by a trained physician.

For now, I'll go with a clogged pore/sebaceous cyst type of thingy (I had one removed last year that was about four inches below my breast and this one appears to perhaps have a small clogged pore in it that will not produce anything but discomfort if I try to squeeze it--yes, I'm a freak).

U/s and requisite boob smashing scheduled for May 18th.

2007 sure is off to a kinda crap start, huh? On the positive side, we've met our out-of-pocket deductible for our health insurance (was there ever any doubt?) for the year: $3,000. Now all forthcoming claims will be paid at 100%. Thank you NICU.

Laissez les bon temps rouler.

Chompers

This morning, J had her first ever dental visit. Yeah, the screaming and what not? That was a lot of fun. The hygenist told me she had been working with kids for 17 years. Of course I had to ask if she preferred the yelling, kicking, thrashing, etc., of the wee people to working with adults and she replied, "Any day." Masochist.

So, do you think it's a bad sign when your kid's dentist advises you to start saving now for the orthodontic fund?

J's teeth are pretty malpositioned and crowded, esp the bottom. There's a chance her permanent teeth may not come in as badly as the baby teeth have but we'll have to wait and see.

Both A and I had braces (me as an adult, he as a teen) so we both have no doubt that J and D will more than likely need them one day as well. We'll cross that bridge when we get to it.

As for D, she saw the dr the other day for a lovely case of goopy eye. At 3 months old, she's up to 13 lbs., 2 oz. and firmly in the 75th percentile weight-wise. Thankfully, she's been at that ranking all along or else I'd be worried that my kid was giant...because, really, the rolls, they're everywhere. You've got to push a couple of extra ones out of the way if you get what I mean when it's time to wipe the bits clean.

Apparently, I gave birth to a miniature female version of the Staypuft Marshmallow Man.

But cuter, and with more rolls...though just as white.

You'd never guess we live in the Sunshine State by looking at her. Feh, like I'm one to talk.