getting better

Miss Lydia has quickly been getting better. She was cleared to go back to daycare on Friday and is all smiles and giggles. She is still taking the Pink Bubblegum Medicine through most of this week but hopefully that is all she'll need.

She is not a fan of that medicine. I can't imagine why; I loved that stuff as a kid. That and Histussin were the only two medicines I would willingly take -- I was a bear with anything else. Oh, Lydia, you have no idea what horrible concoctions await you in the world of medicine. You will relish the pink goodness of amoxicillin soon enough. It's one of the few tasty ones.

She's already learning her own ways of resisting. She has figured out how to spit out some of the medicine very cutely by blowing bubbles with it, her eyes smiling.

She might be like me with medicines, I'm afraid. I was known to try to hide the stuff from my parents or drink so much water afterwards I'd throw it all back up. My parents praised the day I learned to swallow pills.

I can hear my parents chuckling now, thinking, "Hahaha, vengeance."