Thursday, October 2, 2008
Lily-lou-do is quintessentially two
Today at her well child check-up, she saw a stapler covered with bright stickers behind the desk. When she could not HAVE said stapler, the realization sent her into a screaming tantrum that forced her to flail her body on the floor and roll around in front of the other patients. When the doctor came in, she eyed him suspiciously but remained uncharacteristically quiet. Going through the checklist of questions, he said, "is she putting more that 2 words together to create sentences?" and apparently, the suggestion that she might not be, offended her. She promptly piped up, "I jump on the colored boxes (she then jumped from tile to tile on the floor) and I have a Dora sticker!" The doctor turned to me with a surprised look, "so she's a rocket scientist, and I guess I'll skip the motor development section!" Later, as I explained to her that she might have to get a shot today, she grabbed her little thighs and cried, "Mommy, they NOT cut me!" (lucky for her they were temporarily out of Hep A vaccines). But unfortunately, she did have to have her thumb pricked. She screamed over and over to the poor lady collecting her blood, "YOU'RE HURTING ME, YOU'RE HURTING ME!". I didn't know who to feel worse for. Luckily the pain was short lived, and once she had her sparkly band aid on, she looked up at me with those big blue eyes, red with tears, and said, "soda now?" Yes my little love. You earned it.