Illness Strikes

Shae has never been half-assed about her illnesses. Like so many other things in life, if you're going to do it then why not just go full-bore and REALLY do it -- that's her motto, anyway.

Daycare called Jody yesterday to come pick Shae up, as they suspected pink eye. His first inclination was to call me at work to ask what I thought; I kept my thoughts to myself, but told him to go pick her up.

I called her doctor, knowing that the last time she had pink eye (a couple years ago) they just called in a prescription to the pharmacy because they don't want that kind of goopy contageon walking into their offices. This time was different, though, and they said they had an opening at 3:30. Perfect.

I called Jody back to let him know, and... well this blog is not meant to be my therapist, my dumping ground, nor my garbage heap, so I'll just summarize to say that he did take her to the doctor, but not without some preliminary whining involved. He's very busy, you know!

Doctor confirmed: not only pink eye, but strep throat too. Oof. As a result, Shae was not able to join her class today on a field trip to the Museum of Nature and Science. Aw!

So instead I'm sitting at the dining table trying to get some work done while she plays Polly Pockets. The running commentary is absolutely awesome: "Thank you, Amelia. Why yes I would like to go on the airplane mother! Thank you for asking. Yes I do use good manners. I am also the rainbowest fairy princess of all the land and I command you to make me a peanut butter and jelly sandwich while I sit in the bathtub with a Capri Sun and watch the TinkerBell movie. No, I'm afraid Jaime [yes, me] can't go too because she is talking to someone on the phone and asking me to shush while we find our airplane and the kitty cat mouse costume for the costume ball where Prince His Royal Highness James the Great will be dancing with all the ladies!" And so on.

I'm dreading 46 minutes from now when I have to give her the eye drops to kick the pink eye to the curb. Jody administered them this morning and warned me it wasn't easy. (Again: the last time we had to do this she was two. And there were two of us. Memories get hazy.) I scoffed, knowing [ahem] that things for moms are always easier than they are for dads. Let's just say I CANNOT BELIEVE that the police and/or Child Protective Services has not knocked on my door this afternoon -- it was THAT ugly. Wish me luck on the 4:00 dose.

TGIF.

Guess who's back? Back again?

Eminem!!

No, not Eminem. Shae! And Jaime! And... nope, just us. Us gals are flying solo these days, doin' our own girl thang -- and having a great time.

With all the changes that 2013 has brought us, I've decided to resurrect the ol' blog. But under the auspice of a new name with a new intent: to chronicle the daily (er... weekly...) goings on of little miss Shae Lily Bennigsdorf (she kept the name, and even knows how to spell it!) and regale our readers -- all six of you -- with her hilarious stories, observations, goings on, and adventures. So kind of like Seinfeld, but from a pre-schooler's standpoint.

I can't promise a photo album with every post (Facebook takes care of that), but when images are needed to supplement the story -- a la National Geographic, or TMZ -- then there they will be.

Thanks for sticking with us, friends. No matter how much things change it's always good to fall back on what we know, and we know who loves us. Here's to another fun year. To 2013! To Shae! Towanda!!