72- the number of consecutive hours I was away from my baby young child a few weeks ago when his father and I skirted off to The Big Easy for a little relaxing, drinking, walking all over the great swamp that is New Orleans, and some much needed alone time. I (we?) missed Little terribly and I often caught myself saying "is it too soon to call again?". Little had a wonderful time with Nana and Grampy and pitched an all-mighty fit when they left. You'd have thought we had a 2 year old on our hands. He didn't cry at all when we left, but whatev, I'm over it.
Oh, and my all-time bestest friend in the whole wide world just happened to be in New Orleans the day we got there. How's that for ironic?

4- the number of molars that Little has cut in the last two weeks.
3- the number of teeth he is currently working on. Count 'em up- that equals 7 new teeth.
4,385,817- the number of very pissed off moms of babies cutting teeth during the largest recall of Infant and Children's Tylenol and Motrin (and lots of other drugs). Myself included.
0- the number of bottles of generic Infants Ibuprofen left on the shelves by the time I got to the store.
50%- the percentile Little is in for weight.
70%- the percentile Little is in for height.
75%- the percentile Little is in for head circumference.
1- the number of perfectly healthy, perfectly perfect little boys in the whole universe and he's MINE! HA! Jealous?
427- the number of extended family members that I saw at our family reunion this past weekend. Well, okay, not really that many, but there were a lot. And there were a lot that couldn't make it, too. That would have been A LOT of people. Good thing we were on a farm!
With Uncle Jon riding yet another plastic pony. He sure does love plastic ponies.
And yes, that is dirt on his face. Didn't I mention we were on a farm?
Stay tuned for some first-of-summer pictures and videos coming soon!!
2 comments:
Dude. I'm hearing ya about the recall. I have the smallest amount of Motrin left and I'm treating it like liquid gold.
Ha! Me too, Tabby. My liquid Motrin supply is scanty, and we are rationing it like wartime. Jenny, your son is so stinkin' cute!
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