Namine has a tendency, when she’s wearing pants that aren’t denim, to scoot right out of them. But I have this weird insistence that pants be worn for dinner. So I said, “Come here, honey. Let’s get your pants back on.” She growled playfully at me. “Sharpteeth don’t wear pants!”
I mentioned yesterday that the last big thing is to reschedule Namine’s palate prosthetic fitting. She had the measuring before the Fontan, and had to postpone the fitting due to all the complications involved with Namine’s chest incision from that surgery. But not only did they finally return our calls, they wanted to do it today.
Today my mom, Jessica, and Namine visited my brother at his job at the pet store. Namine got to hold a myriad of animals, and my wife asked me for a cat. (The answer’s still no, babe.)
Namine sees many different doctors, for many different things. A given week can easily be full of appointments – not a single day of staying home, for the most part. Today, though, was Namine’s most feared visit: the dentist. At least, that’s what we thought.
I am by no means an expert on anything, least of all how to be a parent. Everything I’ve done with Namine has been the first time, and as such, mostly trial and error.
Today Jessica, Namine, my mom, my dad, and I went to Discover the Dinosaurs, an exhibit at the State Fair Expo Center. It was pricey, but well worth the cost of admission. Like myself, Namine loves dinosaurs. Whenever the animatronic dinosaurs come back to the Milwaukee Zoo, Namine insists on seeing them, so this was an opportunity we couldn’t miss.
Do you ever do something, and you don’t know why you did it? Yeah, me too. The apple does not fall far from the tree, either.
I’m not a fan of surprising Namine with doctor visits. She knew that she had an appointment with her pediatrician this afternoon, but she didn’t know any details. She certainly didn’t know that she would be getting vaccinated, and I wasn’t about to tell her.
Tonight was the first night in – well, I don’t know how long – that Namine was able to move freely in the bathtub. To play in the bathtub. She’s been limited by either her chest incision or the line in her arm, forced to sit still for one reason or another. But no longer! And Namine couldn’t have been happier.
I moved a bunch of Namine’s photo albums off to Picasa (which is now inside Google+, go figure). Now I had a bunch of photos to remove from WordPress, and there doesn’t seem to be any good way to remove all the pictures associated with a post or page.