Sadie came out of her room this morning and dramatically laid on the couch. She heaved a big sigh and said "I have a fever." I asked her what made her think she had a fever. This was her response:
"Well I couldn't suck my thumb last night because I had hot air coming out of my nose."
She didn't feel hotter then the average kid who just crawled out from a pile of blankets but I took her temperature anyway. Sure enough she had a fever.
February 25, 2011
February 8, 2011
My Precocious Daughter
This happened a few weeks ago, but it's a funny story I didn't want to forget:
Noelle was having symptoms of strep throat, which for her means: a little bit of a sore throat, slightly less appetite, and overall less agreeable. She's not the textbook case. So, after a morning of riding her bike in the garage, I took her to her dr. appointment to see if in fact she had Strep.
Sure enough, she tested positive. Now she had Strep a year ago and getting her to take her antibiotics every day, twice a day, for 10 days was exasperating. We told her a year ago, that if this happened again, we were going to take the offer of 1 shot vs. 10 days of medicine.
As soon as the doctor informed us she had Strep Noelle got panicky and started a repeating mantra "I want the medicine" "I want the medicine". I looked at her and slightly guiltily said "nope, you're getting the shot."
Since Noelle continued to beg, I tried to soothe things over by saying "Won't this be a good story to tell Daddy when he comes home? You can tell him you were brave and got a shot!"
Without missing a beat Noelle replied "I know a BETTER story to Daddy when he gets home. I'll tell him the story where you gave in and let me get the medicine instead of the shot."
The doctor looked at Noelle with a chuckle and said "She's quite precocious isn't she?" I agreed (although I had to look up the word later to make sure I knew what it meant)
Noelle was having symptoms of strep throat, which for her means: a little bit of a sore throat, slightly less appetite, and overall less agreeable. She's not the textbook case. So, after a morning of riding her bike in the garage, I took her to her dr. appointment to see if in fact she had Strep.
Sure enough, she tested positive. Now she had Strep a year ago and getting her to take her antibiotics every day, twice a day, for 10 days was exasperating. We told her a year ago, that if this happened again, we were going to take the offer of 1 shot vs. 10 days of medicine.
As soon as the doctor informed us she had Strep Noelle got panicky and started a repeating mantra "I want the medicine" "I want the medicine". I looked at her and slightly guiltily said "nope, you're getting the shot."
Since Noelle continued to beg, I tried to soothe things over by saying "Won't this be a good story to tell Daddy when he comes home? You can tell him you were brave and got a shot!"
Without missing a beat Noelle replied "I know a BETTER story to Daddy when he gets home. I'll tell him the story where you gave in and let me get the medicine instead of the shot."
The doctor looked at Noelle with a chuckle and said "She's quite precocious isn't she?" I agreed (although I had to look up the word later to make sure I knew what it meant)
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