Praise God!

Yesterday I took Cora back to the doctor for her regular weight check. As I walked in without any trepidation, completely confident and nervously checked in at the desk, I took notice of the large box of face masks. The sign graciously asked that anyone who coughs take one and apply to the facial area. People, that is just like watching someone yawn! As soon as I saw that sign, my throat began to tickle. OY, it took all of my (minimally available) willpower not to cough and thereby be relegated to the sick waiting room. Thankfully, not a cough escaped my lips, and we got to wait in the well waiting room with the cheerful happy face on the door. So far, so good!

Soon enough the nurse called for us, and before Cora could say "mamamamamamamamama," she was naked on the scale. Praise be to God, for little missy checked in at a whopping 15 lbs, 6 oz! (Okay, "whopping" is a relative term, but for Tiny-might, 10 lbs in 10 months is pretty darn good!) Perhaps it was the several crackers and the sippy cup of water that she snacked on right before our appointment, but regardless, we are in the clear until her 1 year appointment. Yea!