fatty.baby

We went in for Amelia's two week appointment yesterday. She is growing steadily. A week ago, she weighed in at 5 pounds 14 ounces. Yesterday, she weighed in at 6 pounds 7 ounces! She is eating sooo much better these days, a true nursing heavy-weight. Her little umbilical cord stump also fell off a couple of days ago. Claire was convinced that poop was coming out of Amelia's belly button, but I assured her that wasn't the case!

It was also awfully cute yesterday at the doc's office when I told Claire and Meredith that they had to come back on Monday for their yearly check-ups. Claire asked if they had to get shots, and I said maybe. (Claire does, but I didn't want to make her nervous all weekend about it...she hated her flu shots this past winter.) Meredith informed me that she didn't want any shots. She also informed me that the doctor and nurses wouldn't "know how to get these undone" to give her any shots (referring to her new bib overalls!). It was pretty stinkin' cute!

On a house note...I was (and possibly still am) convinced that we have an animal in our living room. For those of you who have been here, the living room is the unfinished room that is sectioned off with visquine (spelling?) at the moment. There is plastic that sounds like it is being walked on in that room. At first I thought, "What is that sound?" Then, the more I heard it, the more I was convinced there was an animal in there. The visquine was not "zipped down" to the main part of the house, so if there was an animal in there, it could definitely get into my kitchen. All I can think of is an ugly little raccoon in there or quite possibly the skunk that got into our trash on the back deck last week. Either way, I wasn't looking forward to meeting this creature in my kitchen. So, I call Josh at work to tell him that I think there might be a creature in the living room. His secretary answers, and I must sound slightly nervous because she asks, "Is everything ok?" Ummm...not really, I think there might be an animal in our living room. At this point, I decide to climb up on my counter top...not kidding! I feel just like someone on t.v. I'm also beginning to get tears in my eyes as I tell Josh's secretary that I'm going to walk back to my bedroom and close the door. Even if this animal tears up the rest of my house, it certainly won't be able to get through my bedroom door. On a side note, Claire and Meredith are with my in-laws and Amelia is in our bedroom sleeping. So, Josh is finally available to speak to me, and I tell him my situation. He assures me that he heard the noise as well this morning, and he already checked it out. It is just plastic that is getting caught by a draft and making noise. ARE YOU SURE? He is 100% confident. ARE YOU REALLY 100% CONFIDENT? Yes. Because I am seriously standing here in the closed-up bedroom with tears in my eyes ready to not come out until your parents bring the kids back. And then, I'm going to make my veterinarian-father-in-law who was once bitten by a cougar (not really...inside joke for the fam) take a major look through the entire house to check for that raccoon or skunk or who-knows-what-kind-of-critter. Seriously. So, Josh has convinced me enough (I guess), and I am back out in the main part of the house. We'll see how the rest of the day goes :)!!