Itsy Bitsy

I killed a spider today with my bare hands; not because I wanted to, but because he was crawling on the back of Sam's highchair. Some seriously sinister (alliteration!) thoughts and actions come over you once you have a child.

I've wanted to poison both of Sam's pediatricians (I got rid of the first one; I want to overthrow the second, but am afraid I may gain a reputation). When they so stoically send the nurse in to administer shots into my child's legs, yeah, I'm thinking of murder.

Jesus, if one ends up getting poisoned, they'll trace back to this blog.

Ped2, that's "pediatrician #2" and I had the big talk about the MMR shot at 18 months, and the possibility of autism being triggered. She said, "Oh, it's been proven that the MMR doesn't cause autism, but parents won't let it go."

Uh, hello. Have you read the news?

Murder.

I told her that we're waiting, that we'll wait until the very last second before Sam attends school, and that after that I'll home-school if there isn't enough information out there to satisfy me. She sat quietly, looking at her notes.

Sam got his "Dip-Tet" last week, and I was saying the line from Raising Arizona over and over in my head, "HI, he's gotta get his Dip Tet - have we done that, honey??" while he got it. He's getting more brave about shots, but we both think: murder.

I'm just being a mom, I suppose.

Anyway, I felt bad about the spider; my fingers just formed into the shape of a "flick," and that was that.

Murder.