Just the Facts

Since this is still my way of keeping records about my kids, I feel the need to record Gert's doctors appointment today.  She's 9, and is 53 1/4 inches tall, and 70 pounds.  Her BMI was 17.5.  All of which placed her between the 50th & 75th percentile, so just about perfect.  Her eyes and ears tested out fine as well.  (Though I suspect that the eyes won't hold out - on the bottom of the chart if there was an "S" she said "B".... and she comes from LONG lines of glasses wearers so... we'll see).  The doctor was pleased with her check-up.  It was a nice, easy appointment that only resulted in a prescription for some cream for the extrema on her inner-elbow.

After the appointment I took her up to see her dad for the weekend.  I miss her.  Essie is still having a blast in California.  Going to the Corvette Diner tonight.  I miss her too. 

And it's hot.  Very hot.  Too hot.

Blech.

It's Not That Easy Being..... (you fill in the blank)

I have 2 daughters, and 2 bonus sons.  This summer, 1 daughter is in San Diego with her grandparents, and we have the sons every other week.  This week is one of the weeks we have them.  Last week, Mr. B's ex-wife took Ernie (who is 10) to the doctor for his yearly check up, and to have some tests done because he is quite over-weight.  He weighs 132 pounds.  The doctor called back yesterday and said the blood work has raised some concerns and he wants to meet with "us".  So... it's not easy #1 - do I go to this appointment?  I have thoughts, I have opinions, and I want to hear what's said.  But the she-beast would be less than happy.  And what are those opinions?  Those opinions are that Ernie needs psychological counseling.  For 2 days now while helping to clean up after my 4-year-olds at VBS, I have watched Ernie pick pieces of food up off the ground, pretend to throw them away, but actually eat them.  There's just no way that's ok.  That's more than just "liking" food, right??????  It's hard to be the "new" guy.  I think I see things that Mr. B doesn't see anymore, or chooses not to see.  So... I should be at that appointment, right?  But I shouldn't... right???????  Ack.