It's been a quiet week so far at Casa de Cheeky. Yesterday was my birthday, having surpassed such luminaries as John Keats, Alexander the Great, and River Phoenix to reach the ripe old age of 35. Chloe, employing the same logic I once employed buying gifts for my dad, got me Old Spice. Next year I expect to get a tie with golf balls on it. As a side note I did get a 60 GB iPod, which is a wicked-awesome gift for when I want to listen to a month's worth of music non-stop without repeats (which I do). The whole family went out for a sushi dinner to celebrate, and we were all in bed by 10:30. Not quite the all-nighter my birthday used to be, although I felt much better the next day...
The only other news to report is Chloe's most recent check-up. Dr. Rosenrosen said she's 10.4 pounds and 22 inches, which puts her in the 70th percentile (not quite WNBA material, but good enough for the swim team). We also got some questions answered, such as:
- Ignore the rash
- Don't allow her to cry herself to sleep. That doesn't mean we can't, though
- Start putting in her crib at a regular time each night. No more falling asleep on the bean bag chair after the bowl is cashed
- We can't overfeed her. (I'll bet we can)
- Oh, and she's the cutest, most well-behaved child in the world, so stop your whining.
Generally a glowing report. Mommy is next up for a check-up. Me, maybe I'll get a haircut in a couple weeks.