The rain does mean a certain measure of laziness, though. I'm still in my pajamas and thinking that maybe we'll go to the library later or call a friend to see what she's doing to wear the kids out today. But really, all I can think of is curling up with my coffee in the corner of the couch by the windows and reading books while I listen to the splashes of the cars going by. If only Lucy were so self-sufficient.
I cancelled the pediatrician visit for this afternoon. When I called to confirm the appointment, the receptionist admitted that it was made with the wrong doctor. Which isn't the end of the world. There's nothing wrong with Lu. It wouldn't have been a big deal to see another doctor for her well-baby visit. But I guess I prefer seeing OUR doctor. Besides the fact that I love her and we have some history, I would just rather not see someone I don't know at all. Maybe that's kind of silly, but I think it's worth waiting another week.
I should write a long informative post about all of Lucy's new skills, all her new words and how much fun we are having with her development. BUT, see above: laziness. My coffee is freshly brewed with just a tiny bit of heavy whipping cream in it, my book is laying on a cushion that is dangerously close to a fuzzy throw blanket in the little corner nest of the chaise part of the couch.
And it looks like that's where I'll be for the next half hour or so if you need me.