Let's do a quick review:
This week has been filled with 4 fun-filled doctor visits, a chest x-ray, a weekend with my beyond stubborn mother, and the eternal search for clothes for Eliza to wear to preschool.
Scene 1: Mother is to watch 23 pound Eliza for 2 hours so I can take advantage of $200 worth of Gymbucks. Mother's goal: get Eliza to drink 5 ounces of formula.
I get home from Gymboree and ask "hey what did Eliza eat?"
Answer: "Well she wouldn't even try the formula but she ate a lot of sprinkles."
Yes folks SPRINKLES. Those colorful things that go on your Mr. Softee Ice Cream Cone. Those things that have so few calories even Mayor Bloomberg is not mandating that the package list the nutritional information.
Scene 2: At Gyumboree:
"Can I help you?"
"Yes, I am looking for clothes for a 23 pound 36 inch 40 month old child."
"We don't make clothes for little people that size."
Scene 3: A telephone call from the neurologist's secretary:
"Eliza's MRI is normal, the doctor will see her in 6 months."
"But her face isn't normal, don't you think that merits something less than a 6 month wait?"
Scene 4: Name withheld upon request:
"Well do you think it could be allergies?"
"I only took the summer course on allergies in between Patent Law and Elder Law, but let me google that and get back to you."