With our new insurance there are limited options for pediatricians. Today we visited Beau's new per-- Dr. B. She was very nice and explained all things related to a 6 month old. Shep got 3 shots plus a flue shot. No me gusta. My poor little puppy cried like a banshee which is very odd for him. (I almost cried, too).
What I didn't like about Dr. B? Her office was ghetto as hell. I should be hired on as her new ASID, a.k.a. interior designer. Some new blinds, crown molding and some live plants would make a world of difference. Not to mention, a lovely Mountain Lodge scented Yankee Candle.
Beau is, once again, 75% for height and weight, measuring in at 18 lbs. He is hitting all of his developmental paces and continuing to teeth, which blows. Additionally, Beau has found his voice. Look out Mariah Carey, or umm Jessica Simpson, this kid has a wicked set of pipes.
I still haven't found a job which is a total s.o.b. I'm over this job hunting garbage. I try each day to be thankful for what we have because it could be WAY worse.
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