A Royal Summons

The little Miss will be turning FIVE soon. There are lots of big things associated with leaving the immature year four behind and edging into year five. Five, apparently, means that one is a "big girl" and not a baby anymore. Little does she know that she will always, always, always be my baby!



The Cinderella invitations have been sent, the goodie bags are full of sugary treats, the cleaning lady is coming today (good luck keeping the house clean for another 42 hours, right?), the party hats, plates, cups, and napkins are neatly stacked in the pantry, ice cream is in the freezer (good luck hanging onto that for another 42 hours too)... I think we're ready!

The birthday girl has been ready for weeks and weeks. She has been checking off her list and reminding us of things than need to be done and who she wants to invite... I love that she gets to enjoy the anticipation of the event as much as the event itself now. It's as much fun for me as for her I think. Though I am rather sick of spelling out the names of her friends so she can write them down for invites. We've done that about 50 times I reckon.

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Hello Again!

I had no intention of being gone this long, I promise!

Last Tuesday, the little one of the no-ordinary-illness-will-do had to be taken to the Emergency Room with a temperature of 104.8! She went to bed at 9 p.m. feeling fine and woke up a few hours later complaining of a headache. One touch to the forehead had me running for the thermometer and the motrin. The thermometer read 103.8 and the motrin came back up. So off we went to a very crowded waiting room. Luckily, the triage nurse got us back quickly and they immediately got to work on reducing the fever.

Our diagnosis? "Parainfluenza"... which is doctor-speak for not the flu, but not an ordinary cold either. This IS the child who was taken to the ER last year with a bacterial infection on her leg... so why would we expect something simple?

We've been playing catch-up ever since! Every washable item has been washed, the cleaning lady, though delayed a few days, has been round, and we are finally, finally, getting back in the groove.

The girl has been spoiled and now WANTS to be sick, so she can stay home and watch TV. And a mother who might commit an act of violence on the television if she hears the Dora the Explorer theme song one. more. time.

I've quickly been round to your places. So sorry I've missed out on your updates and news!