I’ve been waiting. Ever since I came home one evening two weeks ago and Bill said that Bea had learnt how to give kisses and had been planting them all over Sam and Daddy, I’ve been waiting. Today it finally happened. We were at her 15 month doctor’s check up and all of a sudden she snubbed Dr Evers and turned to me, eyes glistening, mouth wide open. Bea lunged at me, collided with my cheek and attached herself to the side to my nose. MUAH
Pure face eaten by a snotty toddler heaven.
Appointment went well. She’s had a fair leap up the weight charts this visit (21lb 14oz) and done a little bit of upward growing too. The MMR and some other vaccination were given. I didn’t like this bit, the nurse at this practice makes me hold Bea down on the table while she jabs her in the legs. The Atlanta folk were much less rough and were able to administer while I cuddled Bea in my arms. Bea was not happy, but she’s such an easy going girl that she was back to investigating the office within moments of raging anguished tears.
Half an hour for a coffee and to watch Bea play and shriek at the helium balloon we were just given at the grocery store and then another preschool morning will have flown past and it will be time to go collect Sam.
Sam’s a lucky boy and has a real bona fide pilot to talk to in class today. One of his classmates’ grandad is a pilot and has volunteered at the school this morning. The teachers have put out a lot of aeroplane related books and toys, and Izzy’s grandad is garnering a lot of attention in his smart uniform. Good stuff.