Shokufeh is... home

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Thanks for all your supportive comments on the flu shot issue. As it turns out, I assumed the worst and was wrong, in this particular case. Yesterday, I decided to call the doctor's office again. This time, when I was connected to the nurse, I just asked if flu shots were available, figuring that such a question really didn't leave room for her to ask about health insurance. She said they were out of vaccine. Yay! that we don't have to find a different doctor for MrMan. Boo! that it still means that no flu shot yet. And when I asked if she knew when they would get some in, instead of the vague answer of the other call, she said any day now. So now I've got my fingers crossed for next week.

Within half an hour of making that phone call, I was forced to question if maybe I weren't more of a menace to MrMan than influenza is. Ironicially, it was just as I was thinking about writing about the different parenting styles Sam and I have. (He is much more participatory, spending hours playing with MrMan. I am more of the philosophy that I don't want MrMan relying on me, or anyone else, for entertainment, and am more likely to supervise his playing by himself. I'm not as lazy as I sound. Nor as neglectful. Just different from Sam.) So, I'm in the kitchen, making lunch for MrMan while he's playing in the living room. I hear him cry out and run to see what's wrong. Except that I can't find him. I hear him, but don't see him. How can I have lost my baby?! In the house?! Did he somehow make it over the baby gate and behind the door to the hallway?! Finally, I realize that the MrMan, in his green overalls, has fallen face down into the green laundry basket that holds some of his toys. I felt bad about it but, since he wasn't hurt, was also able to laugh.