Katie is a Spitting Cobra
The appointment was for Amelia's four-year well-child visit, and I added on a sick-child visit for Katie.
Amelia is almost done with the flu. In a lot of ways, she is a perfectly normal four year old. She is continuing her trend of being a tall and sturdy gal, or every other child she is hanging out with is wee. When I think that two years ago, she could only say 3 words and she would fight the doctor throughout the visit, it's a miracle. :) We still have to work through her sensory issues, but she is a much happier child than a year ago.
I did get the sign off for Ms. A to return to preschool tomorrow. Now I have no excuse to slack on baking "big chocolate cupcakes with frosting and lots and lots of sprinkles." Whee!
As for Katie, she has the flu. I know, what a shock. Who would have thought it, especially with her being locked in a house with three other people who had it over the past week. Oh, let's not forget her constantly stealing her sister's drinks, no matter how much we tried to stop her.
The very boring prescription of rest, fluids, and lots of TLC were given. She did not appreciate the doctor looking in her ears, and I think she tried to actually spit in his eyes when he looked in her throat. Good thing he's a young doctor - his spry reflexes allowed him to evade at the last minute.
Have I mentioned recently she's a handful?
Amelia is almost done with the flu. In a lot of ways, she is a perfectly normal four year old. She is continuing her trend of being a tall and sturdy gal, or every other child she is hanging out with is wee. When I think that two years ago, she could only say 3 words and she would fight the doctor throughout the visit, it's a miracle. :) We still have to work through her sensory issues, but she is a much happier child than a year ago.
I did get the sign off for Ms. A to return to preschool tomorrow. Now I have no excuse to slack on baking "big chocolate cupcakes with frosting and lots and lots of sprinkles." Whee!
As for Katie, she has the flu. I know, what a shock. Who would have thought it, especially with her being locked in a house with three other people who had it over the past week. Oh, let's not forget her constantly stealing her sister's drinks, no matter how much we tried to stop her.
The very boring prescription of rest, fluids, and lots of TLC were given. She did not appreciate the doctor looking in her ears, and I think she tried to actually spit in his eyes when he looked in her throat. Good thing he's a young doctor - his spry reflexes allowed him to evade at the last minute.
Have I mentioned recently she's a handful?