So I'm a bit of a slow poke. Kean is a little over a week shy of turning 4 months... and I just took his 3 month pic tonight. Sigh.... We had quite the day today. Libby, the therapist came first thing this morning. She let Reese borrow her stethoscope to do a bit of "doctoring" on her own baby.
Reese wore her fancy yellow, sparkly Minnie Mouse heels to the appointment. You'd think she was wearing the original Ruby slippers or something. All the nurses and clerks had to come out and see her and them. Of course, once she realized she had a captive audience thinking she was cute-- she had to sing a few songs. So I'm sure that made our 2 hour appointment even longer. She was darn cute-- up until the moment she pointed at a little boy-- around 7 or 8 who was obviously in getting some kind of chemotherapy treatment, sitting on his mother's lap and totally bald. Reese said look mom, there's a cute, big baby. Luckily, the boy smiled and laughed.
I'm off to bed.
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Hi Lonni,
When CC was an baby I played music while doing the breathing treatments and she seemed to like that.
Now I put her on a rocking chair and turn the TV on and that seems to keep her happy and take her mind off of the breathing treatments. She actually gets excited for treatments because she likes the rocking chair (i know... crazy).
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