...and my flowers are sadly neglected!

Doctor Appointment

Our first 2 week appointment was Wednesday with our PC... we're going to skip a pediatrician. Lulu now weighs 9 lbs 16 oz, and she has good ears, good eyes, good heart beat, good lung sounds.... now I need to start reading more about immunizations.

Although I brought a camera for pictures of the checkup (at least one) I didn't manage to snap a single picture.

She was sleeping a lot yesterday and today, but wants to be with me, near me... which is sweet but somewhere in my mind I know I am setting myself up for problems if I don't put her down once in awhile (maybe tomorrow?).



I am finding that all my flowers can't live without water... and yet I can't seem to make it outside to water them. However, I am hardly caring as I hold little Lulu and smell her baby skin, and rub her downy hair on her head and shoulders and gaze at her for long stretches of time. I am watching her eyes change color from the baby grey to small rings of brown near her pupal. I know this happens to every mom, but I am just in awe of every movement and stretch she makes and how much I could possibly love her... I tear just thinking about how special she is to me. Enough to take my luke-warm- eart and melt it like I was on a mission straight for the sun.


I am wondering how I was thinking I could possibly have time to ever garden, much less how in several weeks I will make it back to an actual job (that I haven't found yet) and leave her home or worse have to find daycare! Oh gez, I cry leaving my dogs at the pet boarding business... which I like and trust.



At the hospital we had a Amy Klobishar (sp?) siting, well several of them. I though St. Joe's was big, but it seemed she was in every hallway we were going through at some point or another. I was going to stop her and ask her to kiss the baby for a picture... just kidding! Seemed so Hollywood, ha, that no matter my political opinions I couldn't do it!