THE STATS ARE IN!

X had his 6 month check-up today and *drum roll*, he is now 18lbs and just over 27".  He's healthy, right on track, and doing fab!  X's dad and I couldn't be more...relieved!  I always dread these well baby visits because although we're finding out how X's development is going, it also means he's going to be getting poked with some needles, and that hurts my heart.  That first cry after the first prick is heartbreaking.  I don't think I'll ever get used to it, however, I do think X is getting used to it...or he's developing a thicker skin.  Who knows, but this time X didn't cry for very long.  After a few seconds he was fine.

When we were leaving X's appointment I ran into someone.  I guess I know her, but I cannot, for the life of me, figure out who she is.  She said "hi" to me and I just stared blankly at her.  "Who are you?", I'm thinking to myself.  I felt really bad because I wasn't even able to fake like I knew who she was.  I seriously question if maybe she mistook me for someone else, but I think she said my name.  I can't remember now, but it was awkward, and now she probably thinks I'm some snobby bitch.  Yes.  Contrary to what you all think, I am not a bitch unless you act like a bitch to me.  I know.  probably not the best way to tackle life, and X, I hope you aren't like this, but as I've aged my patience and tolerance has dwindled drastically.  I also am a quiet person by nature, which some people may mistake for being stuck up.  I'm not sure why I feel like I have to explain myself.  Moving on.

On Sunday we took X to Nisei Week.  It was the last day and I just wanted to stop by and check it out.  It used to be so much better.  Now it just kind of feels like any other day with extra activities and a lot more people.  After Nisei Week we went to 3rd Street Promenade again.  My parents haven't been there in a while, and my mom loves to shop more than I do, so we decided to head out west.  We did some shopping (mainly for X) and while we were at Restoration Hardware's baby store some guy asked us if he could take a picture of X.  I'm not going to lie.  I was kind of weirded out by the whole thing.  I mean, no harm, no foul, but still...oh well.  What's done is done.  I'm just surprised X's dad was okay with it (future helicopter parent).  I thought he would have put the kibosh on that request real fast.  I was trying to think of a cleaver analogy to put after that, but I am sooooo tired.

One last thing before my head hits my pillow.  On Friday X had a mall date with his bff Jeremy.  While we were perusing the stores I came upon these headbands that, I think, are the cutest things ever, and of course I had to put them on X and take pictures of it.  Poor guy hated it.  I am so tempted to go back and buy him a couple so I can set up some type of picture theme, but no.  I won't humiliate him any further...not with those headbands at least.  I've been told I need to birth a girl next.  OMG...please don't be mad at me for posting this son.  I love you!  After the mall I picked up X's dad and X's uncle T, and we went to happy hour...at a bowling alley...ahahahahaha...yeah...this is how you manage happy hour with a baby.  After that we ditched X and met up with more friends to have some babyless fun.  The next day when I woke up I immediately regretted my decision to drink the night before and vowed to never drink again.  Psych!  Yeah right.  I promise I will not drink for one whole week.  Who said mom's can't have fun.  I poo on you.  And with that crass comment I'm out.  Sugar plum dreams await me.  G'night.

He obviously hated this.