Ear Infection!

Well........ After exactly 11 months of no ear infections, Nevaeh was back at the doctor's office today and we found out that both ears are infected. Her surgery on St. Patty's Day last year resulted in many months of healthiness in our house, even after one ear tube fell out of place after about six or seven months. But this morning as we drove our usual morning route past the hospital and her ENT's office, she said, "There's my ear doctor -- Mama, I need to get my ears checked. I go to doctor." That wasn't the first time I've heard that from her so I brushed it off, even as she held her hand to her left ear. Besides, I had been talking to her recently about needing to go back to the ENT in another month or so for her 1-year surgery check-up so I assumed she was replaying this conversation in her head. But sure enough, two hours into my morning meetings and the daycare lady texted to say that Nevaeh had been complaining of ear pain in her left ear.

$63.22 later (sadly, that's after insurance, thanks to the higher copays this year!) and she's resting comfortably in bed -- hopefully for the night!

Sometimes it's better not to respond...

"I'm not a sassy mouth... YOU'RE a sassy mouth!"

Maybe accounting isn't in the genes...

"Mama! I see two balloons. One.....two......three! See? Two balloons!"

Sleepy sleepy

I meant to post these stories last week but of course time slipped away from me. After a night in her own bed, Nevaeh came into my room one morning and our conversation went like this:

Nevaeh: Good morning, Mama!
Me: Morning sweetheart....did you have sweet dreams?
Nevaeh: Yeah. I had sleep dreams.

Then she noticed her baby doll laying on the floor at the foot of my bed:

Nevaeh: Mama! My baby doll slept with YOU last night?!
Me: No, she was in the way, so I kicked her out of bed!
Nevaeh: You kicked her? You kicked my baby?!?
Me: That's not what I said.

As I sit here typing, Nevaeh has the back of my shirt lifted and she's inspecting the mole on my lower back. Just out of her mouth:

"Mama. Let me get the scissors...I fix your mole."

Eeks!