But honestly, I welcome average, run of the mill childhood illnesses. because every other time we go to the doctor, we end up meeting with specialists, who are lovely people, but whose children will definitely be able to afford a private education.
This time a simple runny nose went south, and while my sad poppet suffers from a sore throat that makes her so whiny that mommy would like to retire to the corner with earplugs and a bottle of Jack Daniels, she also goes about proving that as a toddler, she's just so normal. Take THAT, hip dysplasia.
This past holiday weekend, prior to the consumption, we pulled out the target baby pool, slapped a swim diaper on, and tossed her in. I should have been doing this all summer.