So Tilda has been sick now for over a week. It came and went. One day she would just seem sniffly. The next day grumpy and tired.
Today she started tugging at her ear so we called the doc who diagnosed her with earache, impetigo, fever and general ickiness.
Since its only the second time she has had anything more than a mild cold since she was born, I can't really complain.
How do you tell when a kid is truly sick? When they refuse ice cream. I took her out for a treat since she looked so bad-chicken nuggets and french fries. She wouldn't touch them. Mom suggested ice cream since Tilda was burning up, but I had to bribe her with a carousel ride to take just one bite. The carousel ride was the first thing that made her smile all day, but it was brief.
Fortunately, two of Tilda's birthday presents were delayed and she got them today. This was the second thing that cheered her up. Of course, it was a baby doll and accompanying clothes. What did she name it? Well, she's been watching
Lilo and Stitch a lot, so what do you think she named it?
That's right-Stitch.
I'm so proud o' her.
We picked up her medicine at the grocery store and I was totally not aware that they were flavoring kids medicines! It was like Baskin Robbins 31 Flavors of Penicillin. Truly, everything from Strawberry to Chocolate Banana Fudge Chip. Remarkable. How come they don't offer this to adults? I would love to have my medicine taste like ice cream. Or mojitos. Then again, if they made mojito-flavored birth control pills, the human population would be very short-lived indeed.
And what would Viagra taste like? Actually, scratch that thought. Don't want to think about it.