On Monday, Caroline had her 4 year old checkup at the doctor. And with the checkup came the 4 year old vaccinations.
Four, to be exact. We are now safe from measles, mumps, rubella, chicken pox, polio and diptheria.
Does anyone even know what diptheria is?
The shots were awful, but it’s over. We’re done until she’s 12 and really, by then, she’ll probably be in the middle of such massive pre-teen angst, it won’t break my heart nearly as much to see her get a shot.
Anyway, I promised her that after the appointment was over we could go to EZ’s to get a milkshake, and then to Target to pick out a little treat.
Because buying things fixes everything. It’s important that she knows that.
We strolled into Target, post-milkshake, and made our way down all the aisles. And Father forgive me, but I told a lie in the shoe aisle because Caroline wanted these hideous (HIDEOUS!!) shoes and I told her they didn’t have her size. I can deal with a lot of things, but I’m just not equipped to deal with my daughter wearing shoes that can only be described as cute-free.
So, as we’re walking through Housewares, I look up and see this in the distance.
Honestly, my first thought was that’s the ugliest lamp I have ever seen.
Then, I looked closer and realized it’s not a lamp. It’s a barstool.
When was the last time you thought it was a good idea to put your bottom in a large plastic bowl?
And on an entirely different note, there will be another podcast coming soon. Boomama and I tried to cast on the pod today and experienced some technical difficulties. Let’s just say at one point she sent me an email and the subject line was “Can’t get microphone to work”.
Then, at another point, I clicked on something (technical term) to try to troubleshoot and all of a sudden my face was up on the computer screen bigger than Dallas and equally as frightening.
We really are setting the podcast world on fire with all our sophisticated technological skills.
So, if we can get the microphones to work, we’ll have a podcast up in the next day or so. But it won’t be a videocast unless we can get some folks in here to do some hair, makeup and wardrobe.
Or if I click on that thing again.
I know y’all will be on the edge of your seats. And hopefully, your seats aren’t shaped like giant salad bowls. Because that would just be painful.