"Guess what?!" an excited little someone shook me awake half an hour before my alarm was set to go off said. "It's Halloween!"
Wonderful, I thought. And November's sure creeping up. Can't stop that month.
"Oh! And I woke Miriam up to tell her, too!"
Even better. Because we might as well all be up early.
And then for the next half hour my children fought with each other until I growled at them to cut it out and find some cereal bowls. Happy Halloween, right?
Miriam had a doctor's appointment today. Aren't I a genius? Her appointment went well enough but it ended with three shots and by mid-afternoon she was completely miserable and feverish. She's on the small side—at 23 lbs. she's in the 7th percentile—but the doctor just chuckled and said, "I wouldn't worry about it—she looks happy and healthy. Besides, somebody's gotta make up the bottom percentile!"