Wednesday, May 18, 2016

Mid-week confessions

Hey dolls! I hope everyone is having a great week...it's halfway over already, can you believe it? Since my last blog post was a bit on the heavy side (read all about that here), I thought I'd pop in a do a fun little midweek post to lighten the mood and share a few little random thoughts that have been on my mind lately. Time for some middle of the week confessions! Ready? Here we go!

I hate vaccinating my kids. OK, not really, but it makes me so sad. As a mom, I've gone back and forth on where I stand on vaccinations, and together with my husband, we've made the informed decision that we will fully vaccinate our kids. I just feel like the benefits outweigh the risks. Each parent has to make their own choice for their own kids, and I'd never judge anyone who doesn't vaccinate (I have plenty of mom friends who choose not to or who opt out/delay certain vaccinations for their own reasons). Well, I kind of slacked off on Harper's last few well child exams. Long story short, I was never super crazy about her pediatrician (the one we were just stuck with via insurance after she was born). Her ped recently left the practice we belong to, so my intention was to find her a new one, and then I just kind of forgot about it. So I ended up calling the doctor's office last week to just make an appointment with their nurse practitioner to get her all caught up on shots and to make sure she's growing and thriving like she should be. I knew the shots were going to be hell- she's at the age where we have to literally pin her down to give them to her so she doesn't squirm and get the needle broken off in her skin (can you imagine?!) and she's got a major case of stranger-danger at this age. I made sure to bring daddy along so she'd have both of us there, but it was still tough. Just getting her to sit for the physical exam was hard enough- she screamed and thrashed when the doctor tried looking at her ears, eyes, and throat! Then came the shots...she needed 2, and it was just awful. While the three of us- me, daddy, and the nurse, pinned her down, she gave us this look like "How could you betray me?!" It broke my heart. It was all over and done within a matter of seconds, but it was pure torture for everyone involved. She had some pretty sore thighs for the next 24 hours, but luckily, she seemed to recover pretty quickly. I don't know who it was tougher on- her or us. The pink lollipop at the end definitely helped her feel better too.


I haven't touched my roots since before Hawaii. Guys, seriously, it's bad. My hair grows so fast, and I'm usually touching it up like clockwork just about every 3 or 4 weeks. But lately, I just don't care, and I haven't had any fresh color touch my hair in like three and a half months. That's so long for me. Thankfully, my roots aren't showing too crazy bad because the color we did last time is a lot closer to my natural color, but I can totally see the difference in the mirror. My natural color is lighter and so flat and mousy looking. I may or may not have just a couple of greys in there too. Luckily, a little braid in the front helps hide the roots nicely. Hats are always good too! It's so unlike me, though. I need to get back to the salon ASAP, and my ends need a refresher too. The blonde is looking a little brassy nowadays!


Grocery shopping with a toddler is hell. OK, here's the thing: I haven't taken Harper grocery shopping with me pretty much since I've been pregnant. She's never liked riding in the shopping cart and prefers to be snug on my chest in her Ergo carrier. Well, with a big ol' belly now that's not really possible, so I've been sneaking out of the house to hit the grocery store early in the mornings before my husband has to leave for work. It's been great! However, he's slowly been changing his schedule so that he can be home earlier in the evenings (he used to work until at least 8 or 9pm every single night- not so great when you have kiddos). That means he goes in earlier now, which means I'd have to get up suuuuper early to do the shopping, and let's face it- that's just not going to happen (especially when I still have a touch of morning sickness). So I took her with me today for the first time in forever and she had to sit in the cart. It was a disaster! Seriously, I couldn't get out of there fast enough, and I forgot like 20 things I meant to get. She was undoing the buckle, turning around in the cart, smashing the bread, throwing her binky on the ground, grabbing at things on the shelves, and she kept trying to shred my list into a million pieces. I think next time I'll have to get one of those damn car-cart things (I hate them) to help keep her happy and entertained. I finally resorted to opening a little package of cookies for her to munch on, and that kept her somewhat distracted, except that she kept dropping them all over the place, and then I had to try to bend over with my belly in the way to pick them all up. Oh, Harper! The joys of shopping with a toddler. I definitely don't miss it. 

Alright- your turn. What's on your mind? Anything you need to confess? 

Only two more sleeps until Friday!

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