Bad Bad Doctor.

Me, baby Wilson and Dr. Chris Shuhart (11/2006)


Me, newborn Wylet and the doctorly Dr. Shuhart (5/28/08)

Ah-hem.

"Bad Doctor" is very bad. He has decided to leave the Magnolia clinic where we've seen him these many years, and move on to bigger and better things.

As Josh eloquently put it, "Sucks for us. Great for him."

Y'all have heard us gush about how much we like Chris Shuhart. I think it's rare to find a doctor like him. He's competent and nice and funny and he goes the extra mile to make you feel like he cares. He delivered both of my children, and has taken wonderful care of me since a fateful sinus infection when I was 20. *sigh* We've been so spoiled! I actually *like* going to the doctor. What now!?

Well, for his part, he's going to start a new specialty clinic and fulfill life ambitions. You know, little stuff like that. And us, well, we'll pray we don't get sick. And when the time comes for us to find a new doctor, we'll try really hard not to make comparisons.

Yo Ho Ho and a Bottle of Milk

Wilson's latest dietary fad is "raisins and snack". "Snack" is vegetable-flavored Pirate's Booty, available in the hippy section of most grocery stores ("raisins" is raisins). Wash enough of it down with a cup of milk and there is really no need for lunch or dinner.

Midnight Oil.

I didn't like my children very much this morning. Violet woke up at 3:30 demanding (loudly) for a "ba ba". And then Wilson decided to creep into our bedroom at 5:15am to "snuggle". All the while he whispered in my ear, "All dee bed" and "Let's go usstairs". After about twenty minutes of his niggling nagging, I gave in and spent the remainder of the "night" on the couch trying to catch a few more zzz's in-between renditions of The Wiggles' greatest hits.

Rough morning. But I suppose I like my kids now that I've had my coffee.

Oh, to be the Age...

When 3 M&M's are an awesome treat.

Coupla New Pics.

The sun came out today. Between daylight savings and the snow, it was very welcome!

We took advantage of the nice light to snap a few pics of the childrens. Mostly Wilson, as he was the only one we could convince to sit still.

New Look, No Talk

So, I'm not really convinced anymore that That Baby really said, "Da da," mostly because she hasn't said it again for a week or so. But, to make up for the excitable-parent-false-alarm, here's a new blog template to amuse and mystify...