I made an appointment for later this week to get some bloodwork done to check my iron levels, and I might just have them take a look at my thyroid levels while they’re at it. I have never had thyroid problems in the past, but it might be nice to find out there’s a reason that my metabolism is slower than a slug on a trail of tar. Time will tell.
And did you know that seven month-olds can throw tantrums? Neither did I, until this week. Jolie has mastered the angry back arch, the furious bellow, and the manic flailing in one fell swoop. Avelyn, for all her fire, was not this feisty at Jolie’s age. I fear for our collective futures.
When she’s not being a rabid beast, she and Avelyn have been sharing some sweet and tender moments. Love.
And some grumpy ones too.
Today I got together with a dear friend of mine. We went to Bible School together almost ten years ago (OLD!) and she was a bridesmaid in my wedding and even though we only live a 45 minute drive from each other we somehow let a year slip by since our last visit. In that year we both had babies and it was so nice to finally meet her little man.
His name is Noah and he’s a cute little chubster.
The kids all had fun playing together.
Also, Jolie has some serious sideburns going on, not unlike her sister did at this age. Some friends insist I should cut it. To which I say, “Nevah!” It’s like a mullet, only better.
(Avelyn at 7 months)