I don't even want to talk about the pediatric Gastro-Intestinal doc we saw today. It was just me and Dustin. The doc didn't listen to anything I said. He would ask me a quetion and then interupt. He was an ass. AND he apparently thought he knew more about FAS than I did. He got schooled by me and I think his nurse found it amusing. If I recount what happened I may get angry . . . again. I didn't like him in the least. Robert will be doing those appointments from now on.
On a lighter note, I was tired of McCartney's clothes falling off the kid hangers in her closet. On Sunday night I decided it was time to get adult size hangers. Sniff, Sniff my baby is growing up. Much like her mother, I think she may be OCD. We had to buy all the same color hangers and she informed me that I better make sure she always, only has dark red hangers in her closet! Crap.
One lucky girl
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