Okay, time to talk milestones! The baby started laughing, like, real belly laughing. She's also grown out of all her 0-3 month clothes. Butters went pee pee on the potty at the museum. And, I went to the dentist. I don't want to get TMI (too much information) but I haven't been in about 10 years. Seriously. The dentist told me, and this is an exact quote, "You've got a combination of great architecture and good genetics." I had no cavities, use natural toothpaste with no animal by product (did you know your toothpaste probably has cuttlefish in it?) and I never ever floss. The dentist even admitted that with my excellent oral hygiene, I probably didn't need to floss! I'm the poster child for dental avoidance!
Last three big milestones-I took both kids grocery shopping and I put air in my car tire BY MYSELF! These are big ones. I'm a hard core feminist and my husband and I claim to have no gender roles when it comes to cooking and cleaning, but when it come to fixing the car, I always kind of want my husband to take care of it. The low tire pressure light came on in the new car and Tsaid he'd take care of it. But, I remembered when my friend Sharon and I were on a road trip and we had a flat tire and we two smart girls tried to change said tire and ended up finding the creepiest looking skinny Canadian woodsman you've ever seen to help take the lug nuts off and we both swore we'd try harder next time. So, I got up the nerve, got over my fear of exploding tires, spent 75 cents on air and now my car's low tire pressure light is no longer illuminated!
Now, the trip to the store: When you have an infant and a large toddler who can't control himself from standing in the cart, pulling things off the shelves, etc and only two hands, trips to the grocery are not easy. You don't realize how easy things are with one kid until you have two! I had the baby in a pouch sling on my front, and Butters in the cart and I made him a list, complete with crappy pictures, of things he needed to help find. He was totally into helping. That, and a cookie and a sucker and $200 later when they asked if I needed help out to the car, I said, hells yeah! Which is my last milestone, accepting help when I need it.
I'll end this wordy post with a photo of the youngest and longest mullet I've ever seen in person. This is from Chuck E. Cheese, a place I'll reluctantly have to return to again some day! See the kid on the air hockey table in the back? Things are just not the same in Kentucky! In the front is Butters, I was trying not to be obvious while taking the photo!