It's cold here today. There are white flakes falling from the sky. Not that they are sticking or anything, but that just proves how cold it really is.
I had a Dr's appt this afternoon, and mercifully my pea coat still manages to button. I searched out Back Seat Girl's hat, and told her I would look for her mittens, too. I couldn't find them (she refused to wear them last year, so I really have no idea where they are now), but no worries, because BSG found one of my ankle socks on the steps and put it on. And called it a mitten. And wore it to my Dr's office. Only one, though, because when I told her I couldn't find her real mittens, she looked at the sock on her hand and announced,"This is the only mitten I have!". That made me feel like a good parent. My daughter has to wear a sock on her hand because we don't have mittens. And it can only be one sock because we don't even have a pair of socks for her.
Doctor update: The baby has dropped a bit, and I am a finger dilated. A few jokes about labor flashbacks were made, none of which I thought were the least bit funny. Still should be a few weeks, though, so no one get too excited. Although we are so finishing his room this weekend.
2 comments:
Hey kiddo, remember that you have to cork it until Nov. 3. Do you want me to send a pair of mittens for BSG? I can just see her with her sock. She probably thought it was great and won't want to wear mittens, just hand socks.
Do you need a mitten drop?
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