maybe i just need some strawberry

Anne is in time-out on her bed. She just said, "Dad! Dad!!! DAD!"
"What?" I replied.
"I have to go pooop!"
"Well, go on in there and poop then."
She comes walking out into the living room and says, "Maybe I just need some strawberry"
referring to strawberry milk.

Riiight.

swimmin hos-pital

Anne, "Look Daddy! That's just like marchands tool!"
Anne, "simmin tool."
Anne, "no, swimmin hos-pital."
long bit of silence.
Tim, "Did you say swimmin hospital?"
Anne, "yes"
Tim, "why"
Anne, "I don't know."
Tim, "was it because you were trying to say 'swimming pool'?"
Anne, "yes."
Tim, "Why didn't you say Swimming Pool"
Anne, "because I'm silly"

Nice ta meetcha

The other day Anne and I were talking while we were swimming. She said, "my name's George, what's your name?" (We do this almost every day where she comes up with a name for herself and wants to know what my temporary name is.) I said, "actually, I have a story to tell you" and I went on to tell her about how when I was a little girl her size everyone used to call me Libby. Well, one day I decided that I didn't want to be called Libby any more so whenever anyone called me that, I was quick to correct them with, "my name is LYDIA, not Libby." I told her it used to make me really grumpy that people didn't call me by my name and they always just wanted to call me Libby. She acted very sympathetic as I was telling her the story. I told her that finally, after having to tell people over and over again, they started calling me by my real name and I was very glad. She turned away and splashed for a minute then she turned back to me and with that ornery look in her eyes said, "nice ta meetcha... Wibby!"

All better!?!

Anne has not run a fever or vomited since Wednesday night/Thursday morning. She is acting very normal today and her coloring is finally starting to look better. She still does not have her normal appetite back, but she's eating little bits throughout the day and that's fine for now. The pro-biotics seem to be helping with the diarrhea, it's not been too bad. It appears she's "going to be all better" (her words) soon.

no pukies!

Anne did not puke last night.

Raspberries and Broccoli

From earlier this week:
Grandma: Let's go pick raspberries and broccoli
Anne: OK! I'll pick raspberries, you pick broccoli

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Anne loves picking raspberries. Rarely do any make it into
her container because she eats them as quickly as she picks them.
Last summer when we were staying with Grandma, she ate so many
raspberries that when I went to change her diaper one time it was
completely full of seeds!

Much better last night and today

Last night Anne ate two small bowls of potato soup.

She was quite excited when informed that it consisted of potatoes, sour-cream, cheese, and butter - (singing) these are a few of her favorite things!

She had a fever of 102 during the night which responded to a single dose of tylenol.
She vomited twice, but appeared to have kept down most of her dinner.

She slept until 10am this morning, but didn't stay up very long, she went down for a nap around noon and slept until 4pm ish, and she is now in bed for the night at 9pm (which is very out of the ordinary for her as she has been something of a night owl these last few months.

She didn't have a fever all day, but didn't eat much until supper when she ate a few bites of hamburger and several french-fries. She's been taking pro-biotics today to help with the diarrhea she has from the antibiotic.

Tim took her shopping tonight to Walmart then the Christian bookstore, and she had to visit the bathroom both places because of her antibiotic-induced "happy-bowel-syndrome."

Tim stayed home from work today because I've not been feeling well, although I think it's either allergies or a sinus infection.

somebody's being naughty

A few minutes ago, Anne snuck to the stairs with a pen and the library card I gave her. I told her, "don't be naughty over there." A minute later she says in a little voice, "somebody's being naughty." I didn't reply. Then she said a little louder, "somebody's being naughty." I said, "are YOU being naughty?" "Yes," she replied. She was coloring on her library card. I was just glad she wasn't coloring on the wall.

Maybe starting to do better...

In the night Anne's fever rose again and she threw up a few times. Early this morning I checked her temp and it was 103 so I gave her more tylenol.

When she got out of bed later (11:30) her temp was 97.4 and it has not started climbing yet. Maybe the fever is gone!

She said she was hungry after she woke up. I asked her what she wanted to eat and she said pancakes. So I made her pancakes, she ate two tiny bites and said, "I'll save my pancakes for later cause I'm FULL." Guess her appetite is still gone.

I just gave her the second dose of the new antibiotic.

Today was a pretty grueling day

Today was a pretty grueling day. We drove to Olathe to see the PA at Dr. Brooks office because Anne had been throwing up during the night again and woke up with another high fever and chills - her overall condition concerned us greatly.

The PA told us her ear infection was more-or-less gone so she must have something else going on and did not rule out the possibility of Lyme Disease from her tick bite a few weeks ago. He started her on a different antibiotic that would also tackle Lyme if that was the problem and he said we could have labs drawn in a few days if things didn't improve.

She had a normal temp at the Doctor's office this morning but by the time we were heading to Grandpa's farm she was hot again and still wouldn't eat and she had thrown up. When we got to the farm, her temperature was 104.3 so Tim called Dr. Brooks who said to bring her in for labs. We went back to Olathe to pick up the prescription at Dr. Brooks Office then to a Lab One where they had a pediatric phlobotomist. When we inquired as to what that meant exactly, we were told "poking kids is our specialty".

Well, unfortunately today was training day for the lady who first tried to draw Anne's blood. She poked the right arm then when she didn't hit the vein, she started moving the needle back and forth about an inch and a half - all the while Anne is, if not screaming, certainly crying quite loudly. After a minute of that (poor Anne!) she gave up and they called in "Paul the professional" (our name for him). He tried the left arm and found the vein immediately. Tim and I just hated ourselves for not asking for someone who was good or at least stopping the lady who was being trained.

Well, Anne was a trooper and in the end, I think she was more traumatized by having to wear a band-aid out to the car than she was by the "professionally" administered gouging. By supper-time at Grandma's (who Grandma?! - regular Grandma) house, her temp was around 102 and she said she was pretty hungry. She ended up eating probably an ounce of steak and quite a bit of a potato. That is more than she's eaten in the past 3-4 days.

Her motto had become, "I'll save it for later" when we would ask her if she was hungry. We were relieved to see her eat and she was pretty chipper too. Dr. Brooks called at 9:00 tonight with the lab results. Her white blood cell count was 18,000 (for children he said it is usually about 10,000 - 12,000); high, but not surprisingly so, basically saying she has an infection. The other thing that was high was sedimentation which indicates inflammation (it was 60). So basically we still don't know what she has, but it sounds like it's a viral infection and Dr. Brooks said he expects her fever to spike again tonight and then hopefully the antibiotic will work and we'll start to see improvement. I guess the blood tests didn't turn up a definite BAD thing so at least we know that. Dr. Brooks was glad to hear she'd eaten some dinner.

Punkin Update

We went to the doctor earlier today. Anne had no fever. He gave us a different antibiotic to try.

We had lunch with "regular" Grandma and Grandpa. "Who Grandpa?!" regular Grandpa.

Anne wouldn't eat anything - she gagged every time we offered her food.

When we got back to rg's (see above) we were getting ready to take naps when we checked the snootertoot's temp, it read 104.4

?!

So we are now heading back to Dr. Brooks office where we will have blood drawn for lab work.
So now she's going to not only have a fever and vomiting, she's going to have a hole poked in her skin - thusly causing much weeping and wailing.

Current temp: 103.1 after tyenol @ 2:05pm

Poor Punkin

The poor little snootertoot has been running a fever for about the last week. She's on antibiodics, and we're giving her tylenol, but it's still hovering between 101 and 103. Night before last it was up to 104.7. She went to the doctor last week and he told us it's an ear infection. She's also been vomiting from time to time. It seems to go in spurts (pun intended) - she won't vomit for hours, then she will every 30-60 minutes for several hours.

Her eyes are all glazed over, and she keeps having trouble with abstract thoughts.

For instance, she has ink stamps on the backs of her hands. I told her, "When the Doctor sees those, he will say, 'Oh NO!' and you will just giggle and say 'Silly Doctor.'" She said, "The Doctor will giggle?... I'll say, 'Oh No?'"

Poor Punkin.

Why you playin' with my horse?

So there Tim is, eating his supper (we all were) when he picks up Anne's tiny plastic horse and neighs loudly while rocking the horse in the air.

Anne just looks at him and asks, matter-of-factly (almost in a condescending tone, as if she's the adult in the situation), "Why you playin' with my horse?"

Raspberries

Anne: "hey nana, whatcha doing?"
nanna: "having raspberries"
Anne: Bossy Tone: "don't eat all of them"

Who took my water?!

We are sitting down to supper. Right now. I just got up to post this because it's so hilarious.

Anne has a cup of ice water with her supper, and as we are all just sitting there, with a small lull in the conversation, she picks her cup up. Right then, I say, "You're doing a great job with your supper!", then Tim chimes in and adds, "You are doing a great job."

Anne looks down at her plate, then gets a satisified look on her face. Then she says, with a perplexed and slightly accusing look on her face, "Who took my water?!"

Tim and I start laughing because she had it in her hand, and just got distracted because of the compliments.

My Mouth Hurts

Anne was riding in the back seat earlier today in her "ban" (that's van) when she says, "My mouth hurts.... maybe it's my bain (brain)."