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My Life Thus Far
2008-08-27 06:08:34 (UTC)

90th Percentile

*****

After writing the entry I wrote last night (and going back
to re-read it again just now) I'm feeling incredibly good
about myself. I always knew those feelings were in there.
I've always had love for myself. Only now I'm not afraid
to show it. To feel it. To embrace it wholeheartedly. It's
not about vanity. It isn't about how I look or the clothes
I wear (or the $300 purse I carry). It's internal. It's
okay to feel good about myself. I've carried these good
vibes around with me all day. Hopefully they'll stick
around for many years to come :)

Pretty much since my feet hit the floor this morning, I've
been on the move. I spent most of the morning getting the
the house picked up and the kids bathed (which takes much
more time than it used to. Back when I tossed both girls
into the tub together and that was it). Annie needed a
shower, Kiki wanted to take a bath (with 100 bath toys)
and Keenan gets bathed in his bath seat in the kitchen
sink. It took the better part of an hour! Kiki decided to
put up a fight about what she wore. Annie went through 3
different outfits until we finally settled on one we could
both agree on and Keenan had outgrown the first couple
outfits I tried on him. He's a little porker now! It was
crazy. Usually I don't care what Annie wears and Kiki
doesn't like clothes (so she runs around au naturale).
Keenan lives in onesies, so I don't have clothing issues
often. Today we had somewhere to go, so I wanted them all
to look presentable. When I was a kid, it was expected
that I wear something nice when I went to the doctor's.
It's an African American thing my mother instilled in me.
One of very few.

Keenan had his 2 month well-baby check-up today. He's 15
pounds 2 ounces, 25 1/2 inches long. He's in the 90th
percentile for height and weight. I was surprised because
I don't think he looks as chubby as Kiki did at that age.
He isn't. She was in the 95th percentile. I was slightly
worried he might be smaller than he should be. I don't
know what I was thinking. At 15 pounds, he's doing
perfectly fine. Kiki was just exceptionally rolley-polley.
He got his shots also (with very little crying. He took it
like a champ). He's good until 4 months. I'm so thankful
Keenan has been healthy. Kiki was such a sickly baby I was
worried I'd be in for the same thing with him, but he's
been nothing but healthy.

I went straight to work after dropping everybody off at
home. I was a little torn about leaving Keenan after he'd
just gotten shots, but he took them so well I was
reassured that he'd be okay. After all, he was going to be
with daddy. It wasn't terribly busy. Mostly us girls just
stood around and chatted. The CSL tonight was Alicia.
She's technically in charge of me, because she's the CSL,
but Alicia is forever asking me for approval and advice on
what she should and shouldn't do. I have no problem
conceding to authority. I'll take orders from her if she'd
ever give me any, but she won't. I could have been in her
position 3 times over by now, but I have chosen to be with
my babies instead. I'm 100% comfortable with my decision.
I don't want her responsibilities right now, but when I
work with her I end up with them anyway. It's okay though.
She's a sweet girl (I can say that, she's only 19) and I
like her. I'll help her if I can.

Well, I'm tired and starting to get hungry. I think I'll
go have a bowl of raisin bran or something. Ciao.




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