Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Pink Eye

This past week, Sara Beth got pink eye.  A combination of runny nose and flailing arms during a tantrum resulted in an infected eye.  At first, when we gave her the eye drop medication, she thought we were trying to kill her, and we had to sit on her arms and wedge her head between our knees in order to get the medicine into her eyes.  After a while, she caught on that we gave her a candy corn treat every time we were done dispensing the medication, until, by the end of her doses, she would actually go and get the medicine and bring it to us.

She loves to run in and out of the patio, slamming the screen door behind her.  Here you can see her leaning into it as she gets ready to close the door.  If you look closely, you can see the one eye that is beginning to get all squinty with the onset of pink-eye.

Sara Beth catches on to things very quickly, and will often, unexpectedly, show us that she is aware of a lot more than we think.  For breakfast one morning, Heather gave Sara Beth some blackberries and french toast.  Sara Beth sucked down the berries and began saying "more, more, more!"  Heather replied, "I still see french toast on your plate.  You can't have any more blackberries until that is all gone."  Sara Beth then casually places her sippey cup between her and Heather, and then slowly starts to slide the french toast off of her plate and into posisition behind her milk, out of sight of Heather.  She then pointed out to Heather that her plate was now empty by repeating "more, more, more!"  

The second major snow fall of the year came down on Sunday.  Sara Beth kept pointing to the snow during breakfast.  Once we got back from church, we went out to play in the snow.  Sara Beth loved jumping in the ice cold slush puddles.  She liked it even more if I helped her jump, so that, instead of just a little 1 inch hop, she could get a good 6 foot vertical height before I helped her splash down into the next pristine puddle of slush.  Unfortunately, with the wind, it was a little too chilly to stay out very long, and by the time she got up from her nap, the white snow had all melted into the ground, and I didn't really want her playing in nearly frozen mud.

Sara Beth definitely has a sweet tooth, not that it is really a surprise.  In case the fact that the promise of "treats" convinced her to accept her medicated eye drops, there is the fact that any time she sees Heather with a hand full of M&Ms or me with some chewey sour candies, then she will run up and ask for some too.  And as soon as you hand one to her, her hand will instantly pop it into her mouth and the hand will shoot back open ready for the next one.  I was making some whip cream and Sara Beth licked the beater so clean, it barely needed to go into the dish washer.

One final story: Heather had to run grab some last minute ingredients for dinner from the grocery story and I told Sara Beth, "Mommy will be right back."  Sara Beth knew enough of the words I said to guess what I meant, so she ran over to Heather and gave her a pat on the back, all proud of herself for guessing what I said.

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