Double Trouble

Annie had her friend Wilson over today. Wilson has a new baby brother, and being a relatively new mother of two myself, I figured their Mom wouldn't mind a few hours alone with just the baby. (With your first you take for granted all that one on one cuddling time until you find yourself trying to nurse a screaming 3 month old with an ear infection while your two year old is shrieking for oatmeal.) So, Annie had a play date. Annie was hilarious to watch as she proudly showed off all of her toys and dolls, and ended every single sentence with the word "Wilson."
"This is Ellie's room, Wilson." "This is my tent, Wilson." "Come into the kitchen for a snack Wilson." "Do you like to talk on the phone Wilson?" "Some here Wilson." "Look at this Wilson. "These are my dinosaurs Wilson." "Do you like Elmo Wilson?" "We don't throw things in my room, Wilson." (Which is a lie, she totally throws stuff in her room.)
Less amusing was her repeated freak outs. Wilson was a perfect little kid, never once crying or getting upset. Annie on the other hand had meltdown after meltdown. (You try explaining to my kid that her going to bed at 10PM and waking up at 7AM isn't working for any of us!) If Wilson ran into her stroller with his shopping cart, there were tears. If Wilson asked for fruit snacks when Annie wanted a granola bar, there were tears. If Wilson pushed the noisy lawn mower toy, there were tears. ("Don't push that Wilson! It wakes up Ellie, Wilson!") If Wilson even looked at Baby Doll, there were tears. To Wilson's credit, while my daughter was completely melting down, Wilson would just stare at her in mild shock and concern, very much like I imagine he will one day when he has a pregnant wife who starts sobbing uncontrollably at a Hallmark commercial.
At this very second, she is clinging to my arm, sobbing, "Mommy, Wilson made a noise!" And Wilson just walked up and said, "Sorry." For no reason other than that's what a guy does when a girl starts crying for no discernible reason. That kid is gonna make a good husband. Annie has apparently accepted his unnecessary apology, 'cause she just said, "You said sorry, Wilson. It's OK, Wilson. I'm not sad now, Wilson."

Did anyone catch the mention to an ear infection earlier in the post? Yep, it's begun. Ellie was diagnosed with her first double ear infection last night at InstaCare. Then Greg ran to 4 different pharmacies to get amoxicillin before finding one that was open on the holiday and after 9PM. You'd think you'd go to the first 24 hour pharmacy and it'd be open, but you'd be wrong. Apparently they don't mean open 24 hours every single day, maybe they just open up for 24 hour stretches of time, then close their doors randomly to desperate drug-seeking parents in their hour of need, leaving only a small handwritten sign directing people several miles away to the nearest 'actual' 24 hour pharmacy.
So, this is the first of what I expect to be many, many ear infections for Ellie. Annie had them back to back to back until they finally put in tubes when she was 10 months old, and she became a completely different baby who took actual real naps. I tried to tell our pediatrician when Ellie was born that I wasn't leaving the hospital until their were tubes in her ears, but he claimed we needed a certain number of ear infections under our belt before they'd actually do surgery. So, here's one. I'm counting down.

Pretty happy kid now that's she on some meds!

Annie experiencing the joy of fingerpainting birthday cards for Grandma & G-Bob's birthdays!