My Little Invalid

Last Saturday, the 3rd of May (see how I put that in there for later scrapbooking reference) Marissa had a big first: stitches! She cut her toe open on, of all things, the bottom of a bathroom scale, and cut right through her toenail and everything.


The Stats:
Hours in hospital - 3.5
Cuddles in waiting room - countless
weight in pounds - 23
oral medicines - 1
topical creams - 2
injections of freezing - 2
people to hold her down - 4
stitches - 4
toe nails left - 9.25
stickers earned - 1
stuffed ducks she got to take home - 1
ice cream scoops at home - 1
seeing Marissa doped up on a sedative - priceless

Seriously, it was the funniest thing. They gave her some sedative, and about half an hour later she started getting loopy. First she was just giggly. I asked her if she was feeling dopey and she just giggled and giggled. She lost her balance completely. Sitting up on the bed between mom and I, she would just start to weeble like a wobble, except then she did fall right over and crashed into mom. For a while she laid on the bed, holding her foot up in the air, staring at her disected toe and chuckling.

All in all, it was not too terrible an experience. Marissa was not a fan of being held down, but hey, I don't think I would be either, and she was a real trooper.

Anybody want to see pictures of her toe 3 days later? (yeah, you knew I took some!)

I do have to say a great big thank you to Grandma for taking us to the hospital. Thankfully mom was at our house and she gave us a ride so that I could ride in the back and hold onto Marissa's foot. I would have hated to have to just stick her in her carseat and drive there, even though it's not so very far. Mom also went home to get Marissa a diaper when we realized she probably wasn't going to make it through a hospital trip at naptime without a trip to the potty. And she called Josh to keep him updated, and offered to watch Bria if he wanted to come be with Marissa. I know everyone thinks their mom is the best, but I'm the only one who's right about that!

Oh, and Rissa also learned to say Grandma Dodie while we were there, but she just says"DoDoo." It's very cute, and makes more sense than "Blahblah" which is what Bria called her!

My Fashionistas

I'll have to post pics soon. I keep meaning to get a shot of her in the morning before work, but we always seem to be rushed. Bria likes to choose her own clothes, and lately she is all about dresses. She has to wear at least one dress ever day, and preferably two. She likes to layer. I think the most was jeans, a skirt, two dresses and a sweater. ask her what her style is and she'll tell you "shabby chic." She does not care if she matches. She loves her hair to be wild, and that girl will tolerate any degree of cold for the sake of looking good (or at least the way she wants to). I guess maybe I should make her wear clothes that match, or keep it to one or two layers, but it is such a fun thing every day to see what she's going to wear. I can't make her stop. It's too darn cute, and it makes her soooo happy!

Marissa on the other hand gets a little upset if her socks don't match. She is not big into dresses, although I have caught her doing a little twirl in one once in a while. She has learned the word same, which comes out kind of like "say-mees" (always as a plural) and she demands 'say-mees' for everything. Socks have to match, boots have to match, if possible her jacket will be 'say-mees' as Bria's. She's all about the coordination. And the funny thing is, I think Marissa's sames delight her just as much as Bria's unusual couture concoctions do her. Stick a pair of plain old brown socks on her and Rissa stands up, goose-stepping and sticking her feet way out, with her giant grin spread ear to ear, and proclaiming "Say-mees! Say-mees!"

Until I had two kids I never realized that two things that are completely different from each other could both, at the very same time, be absolutely perfect. It's a lesson gratefully learned.