  Thursday night Sierra coughed and coughed...her daddy and I decided it was time for her to take that dreaded trip to the doctor. It's not that bad for her, but terribly painful for us. Neither of us are all that crazy about the pediatric clinic she goes to. The doctors are very nice, but the staff stinks. Friday afternoon we made our way to the clinic. Of course, no matter how sick Sierra is she's always cute for the nurses.
I swear that kid could have a limb just barely dangling and she'd still take a minute to charm the nurses. These people must think I'm crazy when I tell them that less than ten minutes before she was screaming her head off. Probably explains why they give me that look like I'm the dumbest woman on the planet. Anyway, her doctor was booked up, so we saw one of the others. After waiting more than an hour, he finally wanders into the room. Apparently Friday was some sort of dress-down day.
Standing before us was a six foot tall man with highlighted sandy blonde hair, a hawiian shirt, stonewashed baggy jeans and sneakers. He was like a thirtysomething Doogie Howser. I don't remember my doctor ever looking like that. Actually, my doctor when I was a kid looked more like the Pillsbury Doughboy. Doogie gave us good news. No new ear infection.
Just a virus of some sort. Overall, the weekend wasn't too bad. Rusty played golf on Saturday. His cousin was in town over the weekend and we went to visit her. She was accompanied by her two kids, who were way older than they should be. When Rusty and I first started dating, her daughter was two.
Still in diapers. Now she's twelve, and almost taller than me. Granted I'm only 5'2" or so, but it's still just wrong. Yesterday was spent cleaning and doing laundry. We now have somewhere to sit, and no one had to go naked today, so I've done my job there. On the other hand, naked would be pretty comfy, don't you think? 
