So I really need to tell you all about Eli’s 5th birthday party, complete with requisite rant about the lack of orange paper plates for sale in our local Target, and I have lots of books I’ve liked a lot lately that I want to write all about and a few excellent recipes that I’ve made that you should be making and also someone around here who once WEIGHED five pounds went and turned five years OLD, and we have a kindergarten assessment coming up (light candles Maggie Cheung! ALL THE CANDLES!) and we all had the norovirus and lived to tell the tale but just barely but telling you about all of that is, I am afraid, on the back burner because it turns out that mah baby is super! duper! allergic to amoxicillin.
This is what Katie Dubs looked like when she woke up this morning:
at which point I promptly took her back into the doctor AGAIN, making a grand total of six visits in two weeks.
That waiting room is starting to seem awfully familiar, is what I am saying, and also I will be spending the rest of my weekend staring at my child second guessing “respiratory distress” and what it looks like.
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