Bandaids

A couple of weeks ago, Alanna got a long shallow scratch down her forearm, which after some tears and plenty of kisses, required bandaids to feel better. She wore them for the rest of the day, lined up bandaid-to-bandaid, until bath time. I then suggested she get in the bath with all 6 bandaids on and let the water soak them off; my idea was that would be the painless way to go. No. She wanted them off before the bath. She pulled them off one by one, totally dry, and totally in control. No tears, no whining. So brave.

That's my girl.

(I did all the wincing and sympathy aaahing instead.)

Semantics from an Almost 4 Year-Old

Alanna was playing with her new Lego Princess set, an Easter present from Grandma. I asked her to clean up the Legos on the floor because it was time to go to school, and was informed there were no Legos on the floor, only on the chair.

"Regardless of where the Legos are, Alanna, please clean them up so we can get going."

"They're PRINCESS Legos, not GUARDS, Mom."

Um, okay....


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"Mommy, there's a baby in my ear!"

"Huh?"

"There's a baby in my ear!"

"Well, how did it get there?"

"It crawled up my nose! It got stuffed up!"

Oh.... I think she's stuck on the semantics of stuffing something in a small space, and having a stuffed up nose while she's got this cold. I don't know how the baby got involved, though!

"That Stuff Will Kill You, Mom."

Recently, I got a phone call from school that Rhys was suffering from an ear ache, and that I needed to pick him up. Alanna and I were out running errands and were planning to meet Daddy for lunch, and we were hungry. But suddenly, I needed to pick up a sick boy and I had a grumpy girl in the backseat of the car– so I panicked: we went through the drive-thru at McDonald's. Now, I only go through the drive-thru in extreme circumstances: this one afternoon, and when I'm pregnant and don't have enough blood going to my brain. I've been a total of 4 times to a McDonald's in the last 7 years (and to be absolutely honest, once or twice we've gotten coffee inside an establishment). So, after getting three Happy Meals (one for me too) and picking up a sick kid (who had recently eaten lunch, but in my panic I forgot that little detail), I thought it would be good to have lunch when we got home. Instead, I was informed by my 6 year-old that he wasn't going to eat a Happy Meal because, "That stuff will kill you, Mom."

That's my boy.

And my daughter only ate the french fries. So the dog got a lot of treats that day.


As a note, we had to sit in line at the drive-thru so I had a chance to look up home remedies for ear aches because I really did not want to go to the doctor and have an automatic prescription for antibiotics handed to me. We spent some time that afternoon with warm compresses and warm garlic-infused olive oil drops, resting and watching movies. Just a few treatments that afternoon and evening, and another in the morning cleared Rhys's ear ache up, so we avoided antibiotics completely!