Pretty K

For those of you without princesses, it's called preschool or Pre-K. :-)

Etiquette 102

I guess it's time for another etiquette lesson. Stinkerbell was talking to a "friend" after gymnastics. She hugged her and then turned around and said, "Her cartwheels stink!" Of course I quietly explained to her why that was inappropriate and how it could hurt someone's feelings. I said, "How would you feel if she told you your pushups stink?" She thought about it and said, "Well, they don't."

And I know that this is a payback for all the times I heard someone else's child say something rude and thought to myself...geesh, don't those people teach their kids any manners?

Birthday 3 of 5

Well my 30th birthday present turns 7 today. (I brought him home from the hospital on my 30th birthday.) I can't believe he's 7 already. This morning we gave him a Didj and has been attached to it all day. Grandma and Grandpa Treeboy came over from Ohio and spent time with him before and after school today. We had a party yesterday and he's having some boys over on Friday night for his "friend party." I guess we could call it a whole week of celebration for Dash!

My kindergarten son is getting hit on...kinda...or maybe not.

Dash: "Some girl gave me her phone number today."
Me: "She did? Who was it?"
Dash: " I don't remember her name."
Me: "Is she in her class?"
Dash: "Ya, but I don't remember who it was. And I don't know why she would give me her phone number."
Me: "Hmmmm"
Dash: (pulling the paper out of his bag) "It's a really weird number."

The paper says 1010101233.

So I'm not sure if he's getting hit on or if she just passed him a fake number. :-)

Lysol bomb

So, let's recap the last week. Last Saturday was our school's carnival. I was one of three co-chairs, so it was a hectic week.

Thursday, I noticed that Dash was getting a cold. On Friday, as we were preparing for the carnival after school, Dash came down to meet me. He looked horrible. He said his head hurt and he felt warm. Once we got home, I checked his temperature. It only said 99, and he's a warm-blooded kid; so he was probably fine.

We went to the carnival on Saturday; he and Stinkerbell ran around and had a great time. I sent them home with Dad while I stayed and cleaned up. When I finally got home, I went in to kiss a sleeping Dash good night. He was burning up...temperature check...102.2. Not good!

Sunday came and the temperature stayed. The hacking cough continued. I am wondering how many kids I exposed to whatever tropical disease my son has. About halfway through the night Sunday (or Monday morning, whatever you prefer), I was still awake because of the hacking noise coming from his room. It was then that I noticed my throat felt vaguely as if someone was stabbing me with sharp shards of glass each time I swallowed. By Monday morning, I noticed that either I had some type of infection or a small alien was inhabiting my throat. (For the record, physicians don't find much humor in that type of comment.) Oh ya and Dash is puking now. When we went to fill my prescription, the pharmacy told me it would be 25 minutes. I explained that Dash had puked earlier and if she could move us up in line that would be great. Apparently, she didn't want him puking in her store anymore that I did; the prescription was filled quickly.

I took Dash to the doctor on Wednesday as his cough was not getting any better. I get the usual, it's a virus, give him an antihistamine to dry him up, etc. I mention that I have strep throat, and she thinks we should check Dash, even though his throat looks fine, just to be sure. She asks if Stinkerbell has complained. After I finish laughing, I realize she means complained about not feeling well, not just complaining in general. I explain that she has mentioned her head and throat hurting, but that she tends to be a little dramatic and we just didn't think too much about it.

We left the office with two antibiotic prescriptions for two kids with strep throat.

Stinkerbell looks progressively worse and worse while we are waiting for the prescriptions to be filled. Her temperature was over 100 by the time we got home. I give everyone their antibiotics and we all lay down to watch a mind-numbing Disney show. Stinkerbell mentions she sees bumps on her arms. I respond with, yes dear we all have tiny bumps. So, yes basically I ignore her. When I finally go in to check on her, she has her pants pulled up above her knee and I see huge welts, hives, something. I say, "What is on your knee?" She says, "The bumps I told you that were on my arm." I pull up her sleeve and find her arm nearly covered. After a phone call to the doctor, we figure out that she is allergic to penicillin apparently.

So, I'd really like to get my hands on a Lysol bomb of some type to set off in my house. Anyone know where I can get one?