Nothing like leaving a present behind.

Yesterday, Lorelai had her one year check-up.

Any guesses on height and weight?

Yeah, I'm too impatient to wait for the guesses. She is 33.5" long and weighs 37 pounds. That is right, folks, we have a three-year-old on our hands. Her size makes these new temper tantrums SUPER exciting, let me tell you.

I'm a little upset with the whole immunization process. I don't know enough about it, but I hear all the time about how immunizations are bad. I obviously haven't done my homework enough to be able to agree or even discuss it. Yesterday, the doctor spent almost 40 minutes with us, which was very nice, considering we were in the waiting room for almost an hour. After all my questions were thoroughly answered, I was sent back out for immunizations. The mean-needle-sticker-lady didn't say hi. She just listed the shots out to me (too quickly for me to even comprehend) and then started sticking poor Lorelai. Four times. She then turned her back on me, I guess to let me know that we were done. I came "this close" to thumping her in the back of the head.

They gave her a shot for the chicken pox. When JD found out, he said "oh no, we didn't want that one." Oh, we didn't? Whoops! I didn't feel like I had a choice, although I know I did. I was just all caught up in the moment and didn't even think of it. Why should she get a chicken pox vaccine? I didn't get one....and I got the chicken pox and lived. Having chicken pox doesn't cause major problems with healthy children. I don't know, the more I think about it, the more I think that if we do all these vaccines for diseases like chicken pox, we're going to start having problems.

Onto more interesting news. Today, Lorelai had projectile vomiting issues. If you've ever had a child with projectile vomiting issues, you know that there is no warning sign. After the first burst, I should have escorted her to the tub immediately. But, I didn't. I waited. Then came the second explosion. As I picked her up to move her to the tub (about 20 feet away) she spewed five more times. It was on carpet, clean clothes, doors, chairs, ME. It was everywhere! I just kept walking and exclaiming "no. NO...oh, no...not THERE...oh jeez...Lorelai...can't you wait until we get into the ... oh MAN!!!" It was a joy to clean up. I stripped her down three times today before I realized it was probably best to just leave her naked. Good idea.

She had no other symptoms of sickness. No fever. No pain (that she told me about). No redness at the injection site. WebMD walked me through everything and she was fine. So, I'm diagnosing her with a stomach virus. I know, I will send my bill to me later.

I really wish I had my video camera to catch her fire hydrant detonate and 1.5 seconds later her body boogying and singing with the Doodlebops.

Needless to say, we didn't get out of the house today. Every time I went to dress her, she redecorated. I figured that the Target employees wouldn't appreciate me leaving presents behind on our shopping trail.

So, there you have it. A sick baby will keep me from wiping out the diaper wipes at yet another Target in San Antonio. I was wondering what could keep me away.

Speaking of Target...there is a rumor that their Christmas stuff is 90%. You better believe Target will be getting a dose of me tomorrow!!! But, please, someone remind me this November that I bought Christmas stuff. I'll never remember.

** Tomorrow, your Sunday paper will have extra coupons. I'm talking they normally have two booklets and they're going to have five. So, if you're looking to start or grow your coupon collection, tomorrow is a great day to stock up!! **