Every day, my 12th grade twins give me a toy to bring to work. I send home pictures of how the toy is "helping" me, and then save them to this blog. (OK, obviously, we are not really doing this anymore. Teenagers, amiright?) It definitely makes work more fun. For me -- I can't speak for the poor toy. Please do not use any of my images or writing without contacting me for permission.
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Showing posts with label doctor. Show all posts
Tuesday, December 10, 2013
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Thursday, February 2, 2012
2/02 - Professor Inkling and the bathing beauties
At my check up today, Professor Inkling was very interested in all the medical equipment. We wanted to take his blood pressure, but were afraid the cuff would completely squish him!
The Professor showed the bathing beauties a swim move he called “the octopus.” He kept saying “tentacles” instead of legs (“Now, use your tentacles to propel you…”), and the ladies laughed and laughed.
The Professor showed the bathing beauties a swim move he called “the octopus.” He kept saying “tentacles” instead of legs (“Now, use your tentacles to propel you…”), and the ladies laughed and laughed.
Friday, March 25, 2011
Friday, March 12, 2010
3/10 - Princess Naveen and the big shot
Today was the twins' 4-year check up visit. They are doing well overall. Lil' Gal' is still 5 pounds heavier than Lil'Guy and is now .25 inches taller. She's in the 75th percentile height/weight, and he's in 50th percentile. As always, she is a dumpling and he is a string bean. Both healthy, thank everyone.
The doc encouraged us to get chickenpox shots today, as the 5th year visit is "huge." So we did. We made Lil' Guy go first, since he is the king of stoic, and Lil' Gal screams like a banshee at the very mention of shots.
It all got better when stickers were produced for bravery. They each got three. Lil' Gal gave me her princess sticker because "I love you so much."
Now who's crying? (I wore it all day, even to the store.)
The doc encouraged us to get chickenpox shots today, as the 5th year visit is "huge." So we did. We made Lil' Guy go first, since he is the king of stoic, and Lil' Gal screams like a banshee at the very mention of shots.
It all got better when stickers were produced for bravery. They each got three. Lil' Gal gave me her princess sticker because "I love you so much."
Now who's crying? (I wore it all day, even to the store.)
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