I heart our family doctor.
I hadn’t been in to see him since I got a case of the crazies about 4 years ago. I was just sure I would say "stomach ache" and he in turn would say "Whack Job!" But instead, he was thorough, he was kind, and he shushed me when I admitted to occasional yet severe bouts of hypochondria.
On the downside, a thorough doctor usually involves a number of uncomfortable procedures, and I, for one, prefer to simply pee in a cup and be on my way. Today I had my own precious blood extracted from my tender arm. Tuesday I will have to refrain from eating or drinking after midnight (I wonder if I can get wet?) and on Wednesday morning I will drink disgusting goo 2 hours before I get shoved into some heavy duty medical machinery for a CT scan or two. Thursday is my Me day (Ha! Not really. I don’t have one of those.), and Friday I will have an early morning chitchat with my new ob/gyn doctor.
It’s shaping up to be a really fun week.
Cheyenne’s got some boy calling her these days. It was cute at first, but when he started calling every 15-20 minutes, it got a little creepy. When Caleb picked up the phone last night at 8:00, I heard him politely tell the kid, "I’m sorry, but Cheyenne is getting ready to go to bed now." To which the ballsy little stalker kid answered, "Oh, that’s okay. I’ll still talk to her." Caleb’s eye started to twitch and he growled, "No, let me tell you something, son: we do not allow phone calls in this house after 8:00 p.m. Thank you, and good-bye." I, of course, was sitting on the couch listening to all this and dying laughing. I pity the fool that tries to date our daughter.
Merrick is such a little boy lately. He’s more than obsessed with trains and trucks. He runs them up and down the walls in the hall, through the kitchen…at any given moment we have little wooden tracks set up all over the living room, even though Caleb built a table specifically designed for toy trains in the kids’ room. Merrick sleeps double-fisted with trains and trucks. And they all have names. It’s so cute.
Mia has a play coming up at school about nursery rhymes. She’s been marching around the house singing "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, ONCE I CAUGHT A FISH ALIVE!" since January. Only when she sings, it doesn’t sound like your cutesy-little-kindergarten play. It sounds like she’s trying out for a broadway play. I’m pretty sure Mia thinks she’s Miss America.
My dogs are behaving themselves somewhat this week.
Caleb is having issues with work but that’s ongoing and shouldn’t come as a shock to anyone.
I finished my little sister’s wedding invitations and I can’t wait to see my bridesmaid’s dress.
I volunteered to watch little kids at church on Wednesday nights.
My bible study is getting easier. I have yet to master some of the techniques described in the bible study, but I am sensing an overall improvement in my attitude towards…everything. So that’s progress.
Mia and I played a little softball this past weekend. This season is going to be so much fun.
I’ve watched Cars about 1500 times this week.
That is all.