Atomictumor

Bos left for work this morning with Wingnut’s favorite pacifier in his coat pocket. We have a back-up here at the house, but it’s not quite the same. The other backup - me - seems to be his preference right now.

It reminds me of when Lugnut was a baby. He never took to a passy, but nursed every hour or so for the first six months. Phew.

Wing had his 1-month checkup this morning. All is well - he’s up to 10 lbs., 4 oz. & 22″ long. Poor little chap had to submit to a nasty RSV test - a long swab up the nose - because he was exhibiting a few cold symptoms and our CPNP wanted to play it safe. Lugnut had RSV as an infant, and while it didn’t get nearly as bad as it could have, it can be a terrible illness for newborns.  Wing’s test came back negative, fortunately.

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On a completely different note, did anyone do anything fun for Mardi Gras yesterday?

Man, I am such a slave to the weather.  Seriously.  I’m like a big plastic bag whipping around in whatever wind, or something like that.

Wait, what were we talking about?

Right, its a beautiful day.  I’m lovin it.