But sometimes he does something I like.
I signed off on some artwork and ran it down to his office, and while I was there I mentioned that I was taking a late lunch today to take DD for her 15 mo. check-up. He asked if I had to go all the way home to get her, I said yes, and he said, "You're going to drive home, take her to the doctor, and then come all the way back here? If you want, why don't you just work from home this afternoon? It'd save you a trip."
You don't have to ask me twice. Now I'm off to see if DD is underweight. She feels skinny to me--I mean, more so. I plugged her weight from her ER visit into an online calculator, and she was the same percentile as at her 12 mo. checkup. But I want our pedi (who I love) to officially tell me it's in my head and she's skinny but healthy.
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