Ami's Annual Check Up// Mama Ditch Day

Took a trip to the doctor's yesterday morning (bright and early) for the annual physician's approval of my parenting ability, or otherwise known as the Kid's yearly well-visit. These days are always guaranteed to be an adventure because we usually schedule the appointment for ridiculously early times (8am) and therefore always have to contend with ridiculously ridiculous Westwood traffic. We are always running late, which means that traffic issues provide us with an overdose of anxiety and adrenaline. Luckily, this year we made it within the 15-minutes-late window so everything was kosher and we didn't have to reschedule.

This (I think) will be the first time I write down the Kid's stats which probably makes me a horrible mother, but I didn't have things all that together the first couple of years, so whatever. And anyway, it is only as he is getting older that the reality of him one day not being attached to my hip is setting in and I want to be able to look back and remember every detail. 

Without further ado: Ami at 3 years, 2 months, 10 days:

- 95th percentile in height
- 41 inches tall (which means he is only 21.4 inches, or LESS THAN 2 FEET from being as tall as I am!)
- 55 inch head (which confirms we were correct when we nicknamed him Big Head)
- still drinking too much milk (I dare Dr. L to ween that kid from his milk addiction. At least we dropped boob and bottle a long time ago)
- intelligent and articulate (but we already new that)

Even with the stress of getting there on time I really look forward to these days because it usually means I can skip work and hang out with Ami for the rest of the day. We went to breakfast with the hubs, then hung out just the two of us (+ my mom part of the day) when Mark had to go to school. It was a good day.

The Kid

Since we've started the "Baby #2" discussion, I've been having such a hard time coping with the idea of having to share my limited time between two little people. As it is now, it is already hard not to be selfish with my limited free time (something I am working on) and I feel so guilty when I do something for myself by myself on the weekends when I could be spending that time with Ami.

I know I definitely want the kid to have siblings. A lot of them. But I am having doubts as to what kind of mother I can be when I spend 40+ hours a week away from home behind a desk. I've already outsourced most of Ami's 3 years on this planet to my mother who, although she does a great job, cannot raise him in the way I want or have envisioned. How will it be with 2 kids?

I guess I just have to go with the flow. I know one thing for sure, I've never loved anyone like I love the kid, and even though I scream and threaten to take away all of his possessions he loves me like no one else ever has. Maybe that love times 2 will make the headaches and stress worth it.