Busy day! Took the boys to the doctor this morning for their four month checkup. All is was well, and right now they are sleeping off the effects of the current round of immunizations. M was 12 pounds, 6 ounces, which means he is finally officially on the charts (as compared to other, full-term, four-month-olds) when it comes to weight. He was 22 1/2 inches long which was just under the chart height, so he may catch up by his six-month checkup. L is up to 10 pounds, 5 ounces, which is obviously a lot less, but his weight has grown exponentially since his last checkup. He is 21 1/2 inches long, so he is staying consistently an inch shorter than M.
After their appointment, I brought them home, grabbed R, and she and I went out to lunch at Panera. She gets to go on father-daughter dates all the time while they are running errands, but she and I rarely get to do fun stuff together, so I decided to seize the opportunity. She opted not to eat off the kids menu because she was in the mood for soup. She managed to put away most of an adult-sized bowl of minestrone soup along with the huge chunk of sourdough bread they gave her. She also put a decent dent in my turkey sandwich and bag of chips.
On a total side note, each morning, she and her dear ol' dad look at the page-a-day calendar and discuss the date. She did not like February. She cried when it was time for March 1st and February had only gone until the 28th. That was all wrong! This morning she looked at the calendar and said the day was "twenty-zero." Ya know, you can't argue with that logic!
As we were checking out the baked goods at Panera on our way out, my phone rang. Our realtor was calling. Our home inspector had finished much earlier than anticipated and wanted to know if I wanted to meet with him then or keep our later appointment. I decided to go ahead and meet him early, so R and I left without buying a dessert (probably a good thing, although kinda sad), stopped at Subway on the way home to buy lunch for my poor husband, and headed home. I dropped off R, switched cars, and headed off to our new house.
I got there and met our inspector. Our realtor had actually encouraged us not to be present for the inspection. Our inspector loves his job, is very thorough, and is a talker. The realtor attended one inspection at which the buyer wanted to be present for the entire thing. It took six hours. I don't have that kind of time. I'll trust the signed report!
As it turns out, there was NOTHING wrong with the house. The inspector was a little overwhelmed and pretty apologetic about this. The best he could come up with was the sensors on the garage door opener that keep the door from crushing a child weren't working, but the inspector had already fixed that. The house has a sprinkler system (fancy-shmancy!), but the sprinkler heads were all buried after two years of no-use due to a ban on watering. The inspector dug them out, and they all worked. Other than the switch box missing a screw, everything else was fine. We got lucky!
