I took the girls in for their annual checkups. Claire is a tank in the 92nd percentile for weight and the 98th for height. If I round way up, Cora is inching closer to the 40th percentile in both.
I heart their pediatrician. He says things like, "What have you learned by being Claire's mother?" And then today, after Cora read to him and counted to 100 and Claire serenaded him with a sweet version of "You Are My Sunshine," as if he knew how my yesterday turned out, he wrapped up the appointment by saying that I had two well-adjusted, smart, happy daughters. And Mark and I should be proud because we were doing everything right.
I hustled to grab their coats and hurry the girls out the door before he saw my lip start to quiver and the tears brim over. Because that is why we halved our income so I could stay home and focus on being their mom. That is why I know the lyrics to the entire Disney Princess Sing-a-long. That is why I returned those jeans. That is why I don't have time to crease my pants.
Because I am busy raising two well-adjusted, smart, happy daughters.
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Love you Am. (and your doctor btw).
Okay, that settles it. I am moving to Boise and snatching that Dr. for my own! All mine ever tells me is, "Now who are you?", and "So, WHY wasn't she wearing a helmet?" (but that's another story for another blog). I think you should feel SO vindicated. maybe you should drive back to Target and hang around until that lady comes back in and rub THEM apples (the ones that make you not feel inferior to her creased self)in her eye.
p.s. because you bought those jeans I love you, but because you took them back I love you AND respect you (still).
And now my bottom lip is quivering. I love you. I love your family. :) I love Olive Garden.
why is it that your girlfriends can tell you you are an awesome mom, your husband and your family can leave you hints that you are an awesome mom, but it takes someone outside the circle to help us to believe it? girl, here's to your dr., and here's to you believing that you are doing everything right.
I can only say one thing.... :)
Ahhh Amber, you rock! There are seasons of life and the hard cold season seem like they will drag on forever but they won’t. The good thing is that there are always little reminders and glimmers of hope when we realize how wonderful and RIGHT our decisions are.
What a blessing it is, too.
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