Well, the poor thing had her pre-school checkup yesterday with the "health visitor." (I'll explain that in more detail some time.)
She had three shots. (And was understandably unhappy.... *I* wasn't happy! I had to restrain the poor thing.) Tetnus, MMR, and HiB (Haemophilus influenzae type b (Hib) - an important cause of childhood meningitis and pneumonia.)
As for the rest....
Kate is 42 inches tall and weighs 37.5 lbs.
Pretty much average.
The good news is no more shots until she hits the teenage years! Yay!
Saturday 23 August 2008
Thursday 21 August 2008
Random Things.... nothing exciting
Just some random things that have rolled through my head....
I was sad to see in the news that LeRoi Moore has died. (He was the saxophonist for the Dave Matthews Band.) Today I went to listen to my "Crash" CD, and though the case is there, the cd itself is missing. Coincidence?
Okay, probably not.
Great Britain is having a fabulous time at the Olympic Games. What I really like about the commentating is that it is less about actually winning and more about doing their personal best. So, many times some runner has not placed on the podium, but the broadcasters still give effusive praise for them breaking their personal records.
Whose stupid idea was it to even put London's name up for the 2012 Olympics? Did no one think that China was going to have this over the top spectacle, pagentry, and architecture? If I was a country, I wouldn't have wanted to follow China's Olympics for all the.... tea in China. Let's face it. No matter WHO won the hosting of the 2012 games, they would/will be compared to the Chinese venue and will be found lacking. I would have waited until 2016.
Though the UK as a whole are complaining that the cost of the games was stupidly under-budgeted and is now vastly over-budget, has anyone noticed that construction on the Olympic stuff is probably the only construction site not worrying about layoffs in the WHOLE country?
Okay, so my favorite (note the American spelling) show in the whole world is "Mock the Week." (At least while it's on... Until QI comes back.) It is a comedy show hosted by Dara O'Briain (spelled correctly) who I now refer to as my boyfriend and my friend Phill saw driving though London last week. (Yes, I am still speaking to Phill eventhough he neglected to invite Dara to dinner at my house.) Its stand up comedy/mock game show format is very popular over here, but that Irish man just makes me howl with laughter. Produced by the same guy who got "Whose Line Is It Anyway?" rolling.
One of the guests of this show (and many other shows... the comics tend to make the rounds over here) is David Mitchell. He is half of the Mitchell and Webb comedy team (guess which half?) that do some really horrible comedy (as in... comedy that I just can't stand... it just isn't my... cup of tea, if you will) sketch shows. When he shows up on any of the shows that I watch, I usually complain bitterly and whine my way through the show (much to Jeff's annoyance, I'm sure).
Okay, thing is.... he's been on a few of the shows lately and I'm starting to consider the idea that this guy might just be really smart. Yes, he's smarmy and annoying, but on the shows that have a political slant... he seems to be someone who is clued in and has a realistic grasp on the issues. Cuts through all the crap and smoke and mirrors and just tells the bald faced truth. Yeah, yeah... he went to Cambridge to study history. As I found out the hard way, having brains doesn't mean you have common sense.
So, now I'm faced with the dilema of hating this guy's comedy... but perhaps having a grudging respect for him. Well, even if he turns out to be a really nice guy, he'll never be my boyfriend.
Well, I almost went a whole post without mentioning Kate.
We have a busy day tomorrow. Going shopping for school shoes in the morning. Lunch in town and then off to see the health visitor (don't ask) at the doctor's office in the afternoon. If what the other mother's say is correct... the girl is going to be getting some shots (or maybe just one) while we're there. Oh, and they call them "jabs" over here. I prefer the term "injection" I think.
Kate and I made 24 egg carton spiders today. She wanted to decorate Daddy's desk with them. Will share pictures when I get them off my camera.
Best thing that happened to me this week.... Kate went upstairs and pooped on the toilet. Told me she had to pee (Or in her language.... "Mommy, I'm starting to pee.") and was gone for a long time. When I called upstairs to see what was up and she said, "Mommy, I think you better come up here." (She was standing at the top of the stairs with her panties around her ankles and her dress hiked up.) Her smile and look of achievement on her face was worth all the yelling and screaming and sulking I've had to put up with for the last (what feels like) billion years.
Of course, the first person I told was my mom. I'm sure she is very pleased that I call her with "poop stories."
And when my mom said that she's very proud of Kate and I relayed the message?
"Blah blah blah," replied Kate. If she's not careful, the webkinz dog is going to end up going to one of her cousins.
She's an odd kid. What can I say? In retrospect, Kate is not good being the center of attention even if it is praise and long distance. She embarrasses easily and that may have been what was going on there.
Or it could have just been that my kid is a smart mouthed brat.
Or it could be that she's heard Mommy say that phrase a few too many times when Dad is telling her something. It means something along the lines of "I've heard that before, show me something different."
You never know what is going to come out of their mouthes and more times than not, it's your own words that are coming back to haunt you.
Could be worse, I guess.
I could swear like a drunken sailor.
Well, the man is sick and I should go provide some comfort. Now that he's been to the doctor and he knows he doesn't have leprosy or toe cancer (he's had sporadic pain in his big toe for a few months) and he's not suffering from legionnaires disease or tuberculosis (he's coughing) I guess I better switch from "you're being ridiculous" stage to "comfort and sympathy" stage.
Until we meet again.
I was sad to see in the news that LeRoi Moore has died. (He was the saxophonist for the Dave Matthews Band.) Today I went to listen to my "Crash" CD, and though the case is there, the cd itself is missing. Coincidence?
Okay, probably not.
Great Britain is having a fabulous time at the Olympic Games. What I really like about the commentating is that it is less about actually winning and more about doing their personal best. So, many times some runner has not placed on the podium, but the broadcasters still give effusive praise for them breaking their personal records.
Whose stupid idea was it to even put London's name up for the 2012 Olympics? Did no one think that China was going to have this over the top spectacle, pagentry, and architecture? If I was a country, I wouldn't have wanted to follow China's Olympics for all the.... tea in China. Let's face it. No matter WHO won the hosting of the 2012 games, they would/will be compared to the Chinese venue and will be found lacking. I would have waited until 2016.
Though the UK as a whole are complaining that the cost of the games was stupidly under-budgeted and is now vastly over-budget, has anyone noticed that construction on the Olympic stuff is probably the only construction site not worrying about layoffs in the WHOLE country?
Okay, so my favorite (note the American spelling) show in the whole world is "Mock the Week." (At least while it's on... Until QI comes back.) It is a comedy show hosted by Dara O'Briain (spelled correctly) who I now refer to as my boyfriend and my friend Phill saw driving though London last week. (Yes, I am still speaking to Phill eventhough he neglected to invite Dara to dinner at my house.) Its stand up comedy/mock game show format is very popular over here, but that Irish man just makes me howl with laughter. Produced by the same guy who got "Whose Line Is It Anyway?" rolling.
One of the guests of this show (and many other shows... the comics tend to make the rounds over here) is David Mitchell. He is half of the Mitchell and Webb comedy team (guess which half?) that do some really horrible comedy (as in... comedy that I just can't stand... it just isn't my... cup of tea, if you will) sketch shows. When he shows up on any of the shows that I watch, I usually complain bitterly and whine my way through the show (much to Jeff's annoyance, I'm sure).
Okay, thing is.... he's been on a few of the shows lately and I'm starting to consider the idea that this guy might just be really smart. Yes, he's smarmy and annoying, but on the shows that have a political slant... he seems to be someone who is clued in and has a realistic grasp on the issues. Cuts through all the crap and smoke and mirrors and just tells the bald faced truth. Yeah, yeah... he went to Cambridge to study history. As I found out the hard way, having brains doesn't mean you have common sense.
So, now I'm faced with the dilema of hating this guy's comedy... but perhaps having a grudging respect for him. Well, even if he turns out to be a really nice guy, he'll never be my boyfriend.
Well, I almost went a whole post without mentioning Kate.
We have a busy day tomorrow. Going shopping for school shoes in the morning. Lunch in town and then off to see the health visitor (don't ask) at the doctor's office in the afternoon. If what the other mother's say is correct... the girl is going to be getting some shots (or maybe just one) while we're there. Oh, and they call them "jabs" over here. I prefer the term "injection" I think.
Kate and I made 24 egg carton spiders today. She wanted to decorate Daddy's desk with them. Will share pictures when I get them off my camera.
Best thing that happened to me this week.... Kate went upstairs and pooped on the toilet. Told me she had to pee (Or in her language.... "Mommy, I'm starting to pee.") and was gone for a long time. When I called upstairs to see what was up and she said, "Mommy, I think you better come up here." (She was standing at the top of the stairs with her panties around her ankles and her dress hiked up.) Her smile and look of achievement on her face was worth all the yelling and screaming and sulking I've had to put up with for the last (what feels like) billion years.
Of course, the first person I told was my mom. I'm sure she is very pleased that I call her with "poop stories."
And when my mom said that she's very proud of Kate and I relayed the message?
"Blah blah blah," replied Kate. If she's not careful, the webkinz dog is going to end up going to one of her cousins.
She's an odd kid. What can I say? In retrospect, Kate is not good being the center of attention even if it is praise and long distance. She embarrasses easily and that may have been what was going on there.
Or it could have just been that my kid is a smart mouthed brat.
Or it could be that she's heard Mommy say that phrase a few too many times when Dad is telling her something. It means something along the lines of "I've heard that before, show me something different."
You never know what is going to come out of their mouthes and more times than not, it's your own words that are coming back to haunt you.
Could be worse, I guess.
I could swear like a drunken sailor.
Well, the man is sick and I should go provide some comfort. Now that he's been to the doctor and he knows he doesn't have leprosy or toe cancer (he's had sporadic pain in his big toe for a few months) and he's not suffering from legionnaires disease or tuberculosis (he's coughing) I guess I better switch from "you're being ridiculous" stage to "comfort and sympathy" stage.
Until we meet again.
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