Category: monkey antics

Bank teller (BT)at the drive thru window: Good afternooon, may I help you?
Me: I need to make a deposit
BT: Here’s the tube, go ahead and send it back when you’re ready
MAM: Cow-pee!!
Me: What, honey?
MAM (pointing to the tube): Cow-pee!! Ba ba! Drink!
Me: Coffee??
MAM (distressed that I put the tube back into the suction thingy):Cow-pee! Ba Ba!
Me: You want a drink?
MAM: Ya. Cow-pee!!!!

And then it occurs to me–generally, when we go to a drive-up window, there is Starbucks involved. What two year old wouldn’t mistake the bank tube for a cold, refreshing Frappe on a 90 degree day??

Oh the power of suggestion. Our next stop, friends, was for cow-pee. Iced for me, a milk box for her.

Ear infection #2 post-tubes. I kid you not. For starters, I have no idea how she’s getting these infections when she’s now “ventilated” to prevent fluid build up. Secondly, I have no idea how enough fluid builds up and becomes infected that it actually flows out of her ears. Instead of a runny nose, she had a “runny ear” all weekend. It was the foulest smelling thing I think I’ve ever smelled.

The good news? We got right to the doc on Monday and she’s prescribed four meds that are already helping tremendously. An oral antibiotic, an otic antibiotic, and two allergy medications. Insane, but true. Even better? With our insurance, the day’s outing only cost $75. Without insurance we would have dropped $350 on meds alone. Seriously.

We have enough allergy meds to now see us through to getting the allergy testing done next month so that we can see what we’re up against.

Til then, I’ll concentrate on packing our portable medicine cabinet for the beach! (with cooler pack since you know, the oral antibiotic has to be refrigerated!) At least her swimming restriction will be lifted before we actually get to the ocean.

A shoe monster, that is.

My first clue should have been when I presented her with her Easter ensemble this year, a hat, purse and shoes and the first word out her mouth was, “SHOES!!!!”

My second clue should have been the way she decides which shoes to wear each day.

My third clue was when she loaded her shopping cart with shoes and began taking them for walks around the block.

My fourth clue is how she knows her Crocs as well, Crocs. And points out anyone who’s wearing similiar rubber shoes.

So I knew todays trip to Payless was going to be exciting. At big box stores, she’s in a cart and not fully able to enjoy a shoe shopping experience. Stride Rite is small, and since it’s more of a full-service sort of place, there isn’t too much to get into, really. Payless is a different story.

She ran to the back and found many shoes around her size to try on. She was introduced to light-up sandals. And then she ran the aisles, all the while happily chirping, “shoes, shoes, shoes”. The store was empty, so she ran up and down at a pretty good clip.

In the end, she wasn’t really interested in buying any particular pair. So I got her a pair of pool shoes and a new pair of sneakers. Size 7 1/2 .

I wonder if M will grow up to have a size 10 shoe. I think that her bmom is a 9 or a 10. My mom’s a 10. It’s the one thing we’ve been able to borrow from each other, since I’m 5′ 10″ and she’s 5′ 3″ .

Shoes. Glorious Shoes. That girl of mine is in good company.