So, last week we crossed over into boring parents. Scott and I had put Elise to bed, and we had our monitor downstairs in the living room. I was minding my own business when Scott says, “Hey, watch this.” I look over at him, and he has his arms outstretched and his waving them up and down simultaneously there is static on the monitor. The static stops when Scott stops. He was pretty impressed with himself. I couldn’t stop laughing because it was so ridiculous. (I thought, “Is this what our life has become?”) I tried to catch him in the act, but this is all I got.
Today, I took Elise to Plano Presbyterian for her Newborn Screening. First, they were confused when they found out she wasn’t a newborn before they sent me to the lab. Once in the lab, I was told that I could keep Elise’s hospital bracelet since it was the first one with her name on it and all the others had my name on it. I immediately said, “No they didn’t. She was born in Vietnam.” Then I correctly answered Elise’s date of birth and and name. I did not do so well on the following questions.
“What was Elise’s birth weight?” – I don’t know.
“What time of day was she born?” – I don’t know.
The lady didn’t quite know how to handle that. She wanted to know what my pediatrician thought about it to which I said, “I don’t know. She didn’t ask.” As you can see, I was extremely helpful. Eventually, she decided to call the state and just write adoption on our paperwork. So, Elise got her foot pricked and wrapped because the bandaid wouldn’t stay on. I took a picture because she looked like she had had something major done not just a foot prick.
