Sunday, May 15, 2011


So, Friday was kind of a big deal around these parts. Pic can apparently diagnose her own ailments. Okay, so while that was true in this case, that wasn't the big deal, but it plays a part.

Friday, Pic was miserably exhausted and told me, in a whimper, "I have allergies. I didn't sleep very well last night. I had a hard time breathing." We took her to the doctor just in case, as she's had difficulty breathing before (nothing major, mind you...and I just knocked wood). Dr T affirmed that, yes, allergies were the problem. While we were in for the visit, our nurse weighed Pic and she's finally, finally at forty pounds.

We have been waiting for this threshold so we could get her a booster seat for the car. On her sixth birthday, she freaked a bit about still using the carseat, but I was being a stickler about the forty pounds thing. So, last night, after spending time with our dearly beloved friends and their wee one, we stopped at Target and got a booster.

And, well, my child is racing through this childhood, feet barely grazing the ground. I'm not sure I'm ready for this, but I'm trying to play it cool. It might not seem like much, but I assure you, it is. At least for us.