I brought the monster to the doctor on Tuesday because I was convinced she was sick.
I dressed her in the cutest outfit ever, which included a couple patterns that didn't match, but did. Very fashion forward. She looked awesome. I pictured the staff and all the moms welcoming me into the waiting area with a standing ovation complete with happy tears in response to Avery's unbelievably chic outfit.
So, after that didn't happen, I walked back when they called my name, Avery had a tantrum because she remembered that this is the place where she got shots last week, and we finally made it to the room and waited for the doctor.
Doctor comes in. Takes one look at Ave and without hesitation says,
"Isn't it rough when they start dressing themselves?"
I mean, she thought the outfit was so horrible that there's no way the coherent adult could have ever come up with such an atrocity. Wow. To which I responded,
"I know! I can't believe she picked out those leggings with that skirt!" followed by eyes-wide open stare at the floor contemplating escape and switching pediatricians.
To which she responded,
"Anyway, it's just teething. She's not sick. Have a nice day."
To which I responded,
"Yeah, next time I see you I'll dress her myself!"
I'm pretty sure me over-doing it with that remark convinced her that I was the one who dressed her.
By the way, Avery's not even old enough to dress herself. Wtf. Shouldn't doctor-lady know the development of an 18-month old? For example, she wanted to go outside, so she put on her own shoes to speed on the process. This was yesterday:
Note: Shoes on the wrong feet.
Anyway, I'm glad I posted my Wednesday wishlist yesterday and got positive feedback because I was seriously doubting myself...
Happy Birthday to my wonderful perfect Mommy today!!!!!!!!!!!