Baby Birthday’s, Batteries, Toys, and Injections

When I went shopping for Bean’s party, I went with Gramma (The original NotQuiteCookieCutter, my mom). Well Before I go on, I have a confession- I suck at remembering anything. There the air has been cleared, I feel better.

Well apparently my mom is the same way (heh, so she can hear anything 50 miles off, remember every little thing I did as a kid, but does she remember that she has no batteries? NO!

Okay, I know that sounded unnecessarily harsh on my mom, but this woman’s memory and hearing abilities have scorned me since I was a kid. There was no sneaking about in the Cleaver household.

Meh, anyways.

Her presents were opened, the realization hit us, and Bean is perfectly happy with toys sans whirring and obsessively replaying music. Although something I find odd, she will wreak havoc on any book, paper, or magazine that momma bean is reading but wrapping paper? She didn’t want to wreak that. hmm, go fig.

She also (lucky her, in a very unpleasant way…) got to get three shots yesterday. I wasn’t that bad for her at least. Didn’t need so much as a Tylenol. Calmed down, more than me at least. In all seriousness though I love her docs and mine from the pregnancy place I went. They don’t sugar coat, they actually answer my questions.

She got the MMRV, (no mercury, but had the chicken pox vaccine in it already.). That was the one I was worried about, not because of the .01% mercury but just because it’s so much at once. Bean’s such a trooper.

She’s 29.1 lbs, and 31 in long. w00t, takes after me, tall and skinny (Daddy is shorter and scrawny, and has the horrible condition douchieitis.. heh).

In other news I can’t find the damn camera cable. I’ve been looking for it, and dammit I want to show the world. or at least my readers Spongebob Spongecake!!

Seriously so proud of that.