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It’s NOT a Cheerio

 

Despite my refusal to allow my children to change or grow in any way, shape or form while I’m on holiday, apparently Eva has had the gall to sprout 2 more teeth while I’ve been gone. No big tears, just some teeth. The kid doesn’t really seem to mind “teething” as a rite of passage. Which just reinforces what I’ve been saying for years: Teething causes teeth. Not diarrhea, fevers or wheezing. It’s so easy for parents to blame a runny nose on a possible bony eruption but it’s more likely your kid licked the floor at Baby Gym and has a cold. Plenty of studies back me up on this.

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The kids are fine

 

Greetings from Buenos Aires. It’s hard to believe that we’ve already been gone 5 nights. The good news is, we’re all surviving. The girls are thriving. And I’m doing okay too, stimulating the South American economy in an attempt to distract myself. But there’s still this nagging suspicion that I’m missing some terribly important stuff up north. Like teeth and new tricks. Before I left, I told the girls and their grandparents that they were welcome to have a good time but there were to be no developmental milestones reached while I was gone. None.

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Babies? What babies?

 

Well, I did it. Got on that plane. Yesterday was spent packing hurriedly since up until the night before I honestly didn’t believe we’d be going. I felt so sick to my stomach that I couldn’t eat the entire day. Finally, preparing to say our final “Later Gators,” I made a piece of toast with cheese, put Eva on my lap and started to weep. She looked up at me, not with concern or sadness, but with hunger. A few grunts and my lunch was in her mouth, Eva happily grinning from behind a massive piece of crust. And that sums it up, doesn’t it?

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And Away We Go!

 

So as you may recall, I am supposed to go to South America today. The Flight of the Grandparents began Sunday and will conclude this afternoon, resulting in 4 very eager people anxious to spoil my children. I say, “supposed to go” because we’re not actually sure we’re getting on that plane. It’s a combination of Mommy feeling sick about leaving those babies for so long and Papa having a ridiculous job that could prevent his departure. Regardless, I’ve been preparing myself, the house and the kids just in case I actually have to pack that new swimsuit and pile of trashy books and fly away. So what does a super OCD Mommy/pediatrician do to prepare to leave her children behind?

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Should I OR Shouldn’t I?

 

Well, I’ll say, our little Binky dilemma has definitely gotten a response out of some of you! From, “am I supposed to encourage my newborn to take one?!,” to “better a Bink than a thumb! One gets tossed, the other requires surgical amputation.” I think pacifiers might be as divisive and polarizing as politics and religion. Seriously. So here’s a further 2 cents.

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