Quinny dodged a bullet this week when he went in for his dreaded 15 month check up. It's the MMR visit and your wishy-washy government (FDA two years ago, "BPA is totally safe for consumption." FDA today - "Umm, BPA is dangerous and we are banning it for children)." Exactly. So, just like SIDS we are biding our time to get past the autism age and I was unable to attend the doctor visit adding unneeded stress to the situation so Carrie asked if he could skip the MMR treatment until his 18 month visit and that was an acceptable arrangement. He was instead given another hepatitis shot and a tetanus shot so they were looking at giving him a total of 5 inoculations. He's a champ, but we aren't so he dodged three bullets but still got show twice. I think at the 18 month visit he'll only get his MMR so we get to sweat for another three months waiting for that.
On more positive news he is still shooting up like a bean sprout and gained nearly an inch since his last visit. He came in at 33 inches (95th percentile) and weighed in at 27 pounds 10 ounces. No wonder the pipes are buffed up for beach season. If only picking him up gave you abs. Hmmm....pipe dream I suppose. Well, that's what the old wedding ring is for anyway. One wouldn't want to look too good on that beach with all those spring breakers. Surprisingly he was only in the 75th percentile for weight. Man, alive they have 30-35 pounders at 15 months old? How is that possible? Bottle full of soda and donuts for breakfast? Right, deep fried butter. We asked about his constant eating and sweet, sweet buddah belly but we were told it's totally natural to be sporting an outie at his age. Being a kid has so many perks. If only I could get the same okay we'd be in business. The dynamic buddah duo.
The Qster has been pretty crabby lately and it was confirmed that he's getting his two year molars, so he's down to his last teeth. The next ones he'll get will be because he slammed the door with the ol' string tied on to a toof and lost one to make room for the next one. How far are braces away at this rate?! He has one visible on the bottom left but we can't confirm any others at this point. He's not quite as keen on letting you stick your finger in his pie hole and search around for sprouting teeth like he used to. In fact it's like sticking your head in an open alligator's mouth. He has a tendency from time to time to chomp down and I don't think he's cognizant of the force involved so you leave with a smarted finger. He's been waking up in the middle of the night, which is odd and we think it's from these big square teeth pushing through his gums. His drool is a bit more acidic as well causing a rash where he likes to wear his "bah!" which is his way of saying pacifier. He got up at 4:45 am this morning, so you run up the stairs, turn on the light, and he greets you with bah!, bah!, bah!. Got it little dude, it's 4 am cut me some slack while I'm tracking the elusive bah down will ya?!
He's looking forward to seeing his extended family this weekend as the Reiters are making a road trip. They should arrive tomorrow so we are going to celebrate Easter as a larger family this weekend. I have some trips coming up and Carrie is starting to travel like a rock star as well so we are moving Easter this year. The calendar moves it every year anyway so we figured we can too. We are contemplating moving daylight savings to our convenience as well. Whenever we get sick of dark winter days we'll just make that our spring ahead day. What?
Quick glamorous travel note - I was in the airport for 13 hours yesterday trying to travel 1100 miles from Harrisburg to Tampa. Let's see 1100 miles divided by 70 miles an hour equals 16 hours of driving. However, if you speed and get that up to 85 you would beat plane travel in this country. I got standbyed and went 0 for 4 before finally catching a seat, 44F (last row, last seat) at an ironically delayed 9pm flight (2nd to last one of the day). Comical. 63 people were on the standby list and I bet at least 30 of them still are right now. They were handing out free drinks for anyone willing to trade seats with any family that wanted to sit together. I believe the entire plane raised their hand willing to give up their seat(s). Interestingly enough when it's a bad day for you, it's an equally bad day for the flight attendants so they like to mix it up once in a while to. I got home a smidget before midnight, had dinner and hit the sack. Quinny got up at 4:45 am. It is so very glamorous traveling the country. I do give Harrisburg a thumbs up though. I had dinner in an old firehouse one night. It was built in 1870 and used until 1980 at which point they converted it into a very top notch restaurant. www.thefirehouserestaurant.com/Harrisburg.htm We don't get mileage out of buildings like that any more. Think of your tax dollars getting that kind of work out. They just don't build them like they used to.
On more positive news he is still shooting up like a bean sprout and gained nearly an inch since his last visit. He came in at 33 inches (95th percentile) and weighed in at 27 pounds 10 ounces. No wonder the pipes are buffed up for beach season. If only picking him up gave you abs. Hmmm....pipe dream I suppose. Well, that's what the old wedding ring is for anyway. One wouldn't want to look too good on that beach with all those spring breakers. Surprisingly he was only in the 75th percentile for weight. Man, alive they have 30-35 pounders at 15 months old? How is that possible? Bottle full of soda and donuts for breakfast? Right, deep fried butter. We asked about his constant eating and sweet, sweet buddah belly but we were told it's totally natural to be sporting an outie at his age. Being a kid has so many perks. If only I could get the same okay we'd be in business. The dynamic buddah duo.
The Qster has been pretty crabby lately and it was confirmed that he's getting his two year molars, so he's down to his last teeth. The next ones he'll get will be because he slammed the door with the ol' string tied on to a toof and lost one to make room for the next one. How far are braces away at this rate?! He has one visible on the bottom left but we can't confirm any others at this point. He's not quite as keen on letting you stick your finger in his pie hole and search around for sprouting teeth like he used to. In fact it's like sticking your head in an open alligator's mouth. He has a tendency from time to time to chomp down and I don't think he's cognizant of the force involved so you leave with a smarted finger. He's been waking up in the middle of the night, which is odd and we think it's from these big square teeth pushing through his gums. His drool is a bit more acidic as well causing a rash where he likes to wear his "bah!" which is his way of saying pacifier. He got up at 4:45 am this morning, so you run up the stairs, turn on the light, and he greets you with bah!, bah!, bah!. Got it little dude, it's 4 am cut me some slack while I'm tracking the elusive bah down will ya?!
He's looking forward to seeing his extended family this weekend as the Reiters are making a road trip. They should arrive tomorrow so we are going to celebrate Easter as a larger family this weekend. I have some trips coming up and Carrie is starting to travel like a rock star as well so we are moving Easter this year. The calendar moves it every year anyway so we figured we can too. We are contemplating moving daylight savings to our convenience as well. Whenever we get sick of dark winter days we'll just make that our spring ahead day. What?
Quick glamorous travel note - I was in the airport for 13 hours yesterday trying to travel 1100 miles from Harrisburg to Tampa. Let's see 1100 miles divided by 70 miles an hour equals 16 hours of driving. However, if you speed and get that up to 85 you would beat plane travel in this country. I got standbyed and went 0 for 4 before finally catching a seat, 44F (last row, last seat) at an ironically delayed 9pm flight (2nd to last one of the day). Comical. 63 people were on the standby list and I bet at least 30 of them still are right now. They were handing out free drinks for anyone willing to trade seats with any family that wanted to sit together. I believe the entire plane raised their hand willing to give up their seat(s). Interestingly enough when it's a bad day for you, it's an equally bad day for the flight attendants so they like to mix it up once in a while to. I got home a smidget before midnight, had dinner and hit the sack. Quinny got up at 4:45 am. It is so very glamorous traveling the country. I do give Harrisburg a thumbs up though. I had dinner in an old firehouse one night. It was built in 1870 and used until 1980 at which point they converted it into a very top notch restaurant. www.thefirehouserestaurant.com/Harrisburg.htm We don't get mileage out of buildings like that any more. Think of your tax dollars getting that kind of work out. They just don't build them like they used to.
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