*All of my recent calls to Poison Control are making me feel like an epic parenting failure. I mean, who calls Poison Control three times in a week? It's killing me.
*I'm taking Miles to a pediatric allergist about his eczema next week. Even after the heavy duty corticosteroids, it was weeping and cracking again in a week. Awesome.
*Remember that post I wrote about having no friends? Well, my friends came out of the woodwork after that. It seems that even if they aren't calling they are reading my blog, and I actually have some pretty amazing friends. So, I've had all kinds of things to do - with and without the kids. It's been nice. I feel almost normal again.
*Speaking of normal, all the really gorgeous, low humidity, 80 degree days we've had the past several weeks in DC are gone overnight. We're back to our muggy, swamp-like conditions: 90 degree heat with a million percent humidity. The air is thick. It's awful. Especially because along with the awful heat are mosquitos and Oscar is particularly reactive to them. And they bite him everywhere. Like, on his face. So, he gets these gigantic red spots on his face and it looks just awful. And he scratches the hell out of them and I can't put any cream on them because because they are on his face. Poor kid looks like he has acne and he's only two.
*Miles is huge. Like, gigantic. He's wearing stuff that Oscar was wearing last summer, when Oscar was 13 months. Miles is seven months. He's nearly 20 pounds (not that huge) but he's over 30 inches (freaking enormous.)
*Oscar is TWO! Really, really TWO! It is not always going well. I mean, that's rather obvious with all the calls to Poison Control, but it's more than that. I can't even talk about it right now. I've been working on a whole post about it, but the whole situation just wrecks me. Sigh. The parenting stuff is hard.
*Miles is CRAWLING. Not a lot or for significantly long distances, but he's definitely crawling. He pulls himself forward with his arms quite well, and is even starting to use his knees. He has the whole lunge-forward-from-sitting-onto-belly-without-maiming-self maneuver already down pat. Things are about to get ugly around here. Who am I kidding? I called Poison Control three times last week. Things are already ugly around here. Hell is about to break loose is more apt. If I don't post for a week or more, please send out the gaurd. As in the National Gaurd. Because my house is probably a war zone.
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