ten month old taco

Ten. One zero -- double digits. That's a lot of months, unless you're counting in binary, and there's only 10 types of people in the world: those who understand binary and those who don't. But I digress.

Lydia was a busy bee of a girl this month. Crawling continues to be her main source of enjoyment because of all the things she can get to. The world is her oyster. Sometimes life is just ducky, especially on her forehead.



One of those Why Didn't We Do This Months Ago moments was Lydia's first bath in the big tub. She loved it and scooted up and down the tub while Mommy tried hard to scrub her down. A few baths later we figured out the best way to give Lydia a wash without breaking parents' backs is to sit on the side of the tub with feet in the water. So much easier on Mommy.



We visited the zoo again where Lydia participated in her favorite pasttime, people-watching. She kept a safe distance from the flamingos this time and got to meet some colorful birdies. People-watching is the best, though.



It was yet another sickly time with two more ear infections and I'm quite positive we're on the road to getting tubes in her ears. We meet with an ENT tomorrow so we shall see. Poor Lydia has gotten way too used to being attacked with medicated syringes. Every time we lay her on the changing table she cringes.

Easter came upon us this month and Lydia got to check out what the Easter Bunny dropped off for her. She enjoyed her first camera just like Mommy's and a new book. Notice the Santa jammies.



After we checked out her basket we got ready to go down to Auburn with her grandparents to visit her cousin. They had a great day of fun together playing with each others' toys. Elizabeth has some pretty spiffy stuff. We think they made a secret plan beforehand to NOT SMILE when the grown-ups tried to get nice pictures.



Right before she turned ten months old, Lydia began to perfect the fine art of pulling up. Oh, glorious day! She is oh so pleased with herself and yet frustrated because she can't seem to just walk on from there. Crawling is now old school -- walking seems to be the next goal. Eating table food is not on her List of Goals.

hey waiter, there's a tube in my taco!

After the last ear infection I wrote about, Lydia's doctor figured we'd give her immune system and the impending Spring just one more time to make friends before we walked down the path of tubes.

Unfortunately, that friendship just will not be attained. After a week of snottiness, coughing, and grumpy girlie we were back at the doctor today where yet another ear infection was diagnosed. This time there was no questioning the next course of action and a consultation appointment with an ENT was set post haste.

It is just a consultation, though; getting tubes in her ears isn't a forgone conclusion yet. However, with five ear infections in three months, one would think . . .

sick taco, the sequel times [large_number]

I spoke too soon about the antibiotics thing. Poor Miss Lydia came up with a fever last Friday and I knew it was another ear infection; that just seems to be her forté. By that evening she was swigging down a NEW! TASTIER! antibiotic, though the NEW! was mainly so her infection wouldn't get immune to the regular stuff. Tubes for the ears were mentioned and an appointment was set to discuss it.

She was back to her happy self again the next day and we even ventured back out to the zoo again. This time, she had a hat.



Today, though, I got a call at work from her daycare. She was lethargic and didn't want to play; she just wasn't my happy girl. By the time I came to pick her up she was starting to run a fever again.

The doctor checked her out and her little ears are still infected. She got a huge shot and we're heading back Friday anyway for our consultation about the possibility of tubes.

My poor girlie. Will she ever know of a life without the syringe of sticky medicine? Will doctors ever quit poking her with shots? Will she ever successfully get a hold of Mommy's necklace to chew on? Stay tuned!