You know, yesterday started out so nicely. Izzi decided to sprint around the house and on to the street in a failed attempt to catch a bunny). Then, we got ready for our planned breakfast and a day of doing as little as possible (hey, it's the weekend!).
We woke up (here we are, wondering when breakfast will be served) and went about our normal morning ritual (a quick trip outside, which our mama was happy about since the day before,
But, things got very strange very fast.
First, there was no breakfast. That's strange and ominous, and not just because when too much time passes between waking up and having our breakfast, Rozi's stomach makes noises that sound surprisingly like the theme from Jaws. It's necessary but not sufficient to worry that there will be something not great about the morning, since from time to time there are mornings where we do not eat our breakfast until mid-morning. Sometimes, even later. But, those days are usually Sundays and we get yummy bacon when it finally is breakfast time. And, yet, we both thought it was Saturday. We looked at each other and wondered if we had slept the entire Saturday away, which is possible since the weather is so great for sleeping.
Before we could really focus on that possibility, the next worrisome thing happened: we heard our mama walk down the hallway and open up the closet at the end of it and....we knew something rotten was about to happen. This is usually such a fun home, but when we hear that closet door open, we get worried. In that closet are two little rooms, each of which just big enough to fit one of us (although there have been times where we both have to share it...dreadful!). Both of the little rooms are hidden in the closet until they are used, and when they are used, it's not usually great. The visit to grammy's house is one of the times we have to go into these little rooms, but usually that's in the middle of the night and it was bright outside. We were worried because putting someone in a tiny room is no way to treat an American. In Paris, sure, but not here.
Our worst fears were realized when the two little rooms were in mama's hands as she came toward us. Oh, boy. Not good. Each of us were squeezed into a separate little room (one of us fit more easily than the other) and we were then lifted and we didn't know why or where we were going. But, soon we were in mama's car and the rooms were opened and we got to come out. Izzi sat on mama's lap and tried to relax; Rozi shook so much that the car turned into a 'vibrating fingers' on wheels. After a really long time, the car stopped and we got plopped into the rooms again, and picked up again and carried again.
Then, we went into a building and only then did we know: we were at the doctor! Oh, no, this wasn't something that we were expecting. We cried and wanted to leave, but we got brought into a room where we waited for our doctor.
To be honest, it wasn't so bad. We both got weighed, although the scale is really slippery and we couldn't settle down. So, Rozi got to go to the big scale outside so she could fit...we mean relax...as she was weighed. Izzi is now 6 pounds, 1 ounce; Rozi is 8 pounds, 7 ounces. Both of those are lower than last year, but - then again - last year Rozi was on the slippery weighing machine.
We got our shots and we got poked and prodded, but we were generally good. Then, it was time to look at our teeth. Rozi did fine, but Izzi didn't do as well. In fact, she's going to have to come back to see the dentist in a few weeks, and she's a little nervous about that. But when it's over, she'll have a nice clean mouth and that will make her and mama happier.
Then, we were packed back up and went back to the car and once we got out of the little rooms, we could relax for the first time in a very long time. We mostly slept on the way back home, exhausted from the checkups and the stress of getting shoved into the little rooms three or four times.
When we got home, it was finally time for breakfast! And - yippee! - bacon! Then, we took very long naps.
So, all in all, not a bad day.
Arf, Yip, Arf, Yip,
Izzi & Rozi
But, things got very strange very fast.
First, there was no breakfast. That's strange and ominous, and not just because when too much time passes between waking up and having our breakfast, Rozi's stomach makes noises that sound surprisingly like the theme from Jaws. It's necessary but not sufficient to worry that there will be something not great about the morning, since from time to time there are mornings where we do not eat our breakfast until mid-morning. Sometimes, even later. But, those days are usually Sundays and we get yummy bacon when it finally is breakfast time. And, yet, we both thought it was Saturday. We looked at each other and wondered if we had slept the entire Saturday away, which is possible since the weather is so great for sleeping.
Before we could really focus on that possibility, the next worrisome thing happened: we heard our mama walk down the hallway and open up the closet at the end of it and....we knew something rotten was about to happen. This is usually such a fun home, but when we hear that closet door open, we get worried. In that closet are two little rooms, each of which just big enough to fit one of us (although there have been times where we both have to share it...dreadful!). Both of the little rooms are hidden in the closet until they are used, and when they are used, it's not usually great. The visit to grammy's house is one of the times we have to go into these little rooms, but usually that's in the middle of the night and it was bright outside. We were worried because putting someone in a tiny room is no way to treat an American. In Paris, sure, but not here.
Our worst fears were realized when the two little rooms were in mama's hands as she came toward us. Oh, boy. Not good. Each of us were squeezed into a separate little room (one of us fit more easily than the other) and we were then lifted and we didn't know why or where we were going. But, soon we were in mama's car and the rooms were opened and we got to come out. Izzi sat on mama's lap and tried to relax; Rozi shook so much that the car turned into a 'vibrating fingers' on wheels. After a really long time, the car stopped and we got plopped into the rooms again, and picked up again and carried again.
Then, we went into a building and only then did we know: we were at the doctor! Oh, no, this wasn't something that we were expecting. We cried and wanted to leave, but we got brought into a room where we waited for our doctor.
To be honest, it wasn't so bad. We both got weighed, although the scale is really slippery and we couldn't settle down. So, Rozi got to go to the big scale outside so she could fit...we mean relax...as she was weighed. Izzi is now 6 pounds, 1 ounce; Rozi is 8 pounds, 7 ounces. Both of those are lower than last year, but - then again - last year Rozi was on the slippery weighing machine.
We got our shots and we got poked and prodded, but we were generally good. Then, it was time to look at our teeth. Rozi did fine, but Izzi didn't do as well. In fact, she's going to have to come back to see the dentist in a few weeks, and she's a little nervous about that. But when it's over, she'll have a nice clean mouth and that will make her and mama happier.
Then, we were packed back up and went back to the car and once we got out of the little rooms, we could relax for the first time in a very long time. We mostly slept on the way back home, exhausted from the checkups and the stress of getting shoved into the little rooms three or four times.
When we got home, it was finally time for breakfast! And - yippee! - bacon! Then, we took very long naps.
So, all in all, not a bad day.
Arf, Yip, Arf, Yip,
Izzi & Rozi
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