smee's birthday

So we celebrated smee's birthday at fridays the other night. I'm pretty sure I've mentioned before but any time the whole family is together, I hardly pay attention to the kids, since there are so many other people around to do it. This particular evening, she learned how to play Rock, Paper, Scissors, which she then ended up playing with anyone who would play with her. Belly, however, doesn't like to lose, so as soon as she shoots and sees what the other person has shot, she'll change her shot to beat the other person. Ahh, the joys of playing with a three-year-old.

Tough Juice

Photo from The Mothering Hut

took bulilit to the doctor today for her 2 year check up. everything looks good, and the girl is in the 100th percentile for height, at an impressive 38" and weighing in at 25lbs. we talked to her doctor about her skin issues and decided an allergy test was in order. so not only was she getting one vaccination shot, she also had to undergo a blood draw.

we already kind of knew that she was more like e than me, but today totally proved it. when the nurse gave her the vaccination, bulilit looks up at her and goes, "ow! itchy!!" no tears.

then, we head down to the lab, and the phlebotomist checks her veins. (because they need so much blood for the allergy test, they needed to take it from the vein on the inside of her elbow. ouch!) phlebotomist says both veins seem pretty deep, so she sets us up with warmers to "draw out the veins." so i'm sitting there with bulilit, trying to distract her, keep her busy. when the phlebotomist comes back in (with an assistant to help her hold down bulilit -- her words, not mine), she rolls up her sleeve, i turn on yo gabba gabba on my phone and pray that buililt does not look at what they are doing to her.

go figure, the phlebotomists manage to fill 2 large test tubes with blood without even a peep, much less a flinch from bulilit. tough juice, i tell ya.

thankful for my health

so i had to have a minor procedure done at the hospital yesterday. it was the first time i was ever put under with general anesthesia so i was very anxious about the whole experience since we first decided to proceed about 7 weeks ago. e was great at reassuring me, held my hand when i almost passed out from the IV insertion and did everything he could to make me comfortable and take care of me.

all in all, the whole hospital experience went well -- i really love fair oaks hospital -- and i remember absolutely nothing between when they wheeled me into the operation room and transferred me to the operating table until i woke up in the OR after the whole thing was over. i don't even remember them wheeling me from the OR to the recovery area. my parents had joked prior that it would be the best sleep i ever had, and, man, were they right. e joked that he should pay the hospital just to let him experience the best sleep ever, since he hasn't had a straight good night's sleep since bulilit was about a year old.

the best part of recovery was having the girls fawn all over me, giving me a "bath" with towels while i lay on the couch, feeding me pretend food and singing me to sleep. it was definitely the best.