Saturday, July 27, 2013

Our Wee(wee) Bairn...

As has become our yearly tradition, we all (Sarah, Frannie, Sarah's parents and I) all piled into the car and headed to Enumclaw for the Northwest Scottish Highland Games and Clan Gathering. Last year, the last hour or so of the drive was spent trying to get enough cell coverage to watch "Hot Dog" over and over. Figuring we had nowhere to go but up, we set off. Luckily, Frannie did pretty well for most of the drive, enjoying her hot chocolate for breakfast and making small talk with Boppa and Ellen. The last 10-15 minutes were spent watching some Daniel Tiger on the PBS kids app, but we all agreed this year's drive was a vast improvement.

Just after arriving at the fairgrounds, Frannie started shrieking that her tummy hurt. Figuring she was hungry from not eating breakfast, we fed her some fruit and nut bar and gave her a little water, then set off to look at the clan booths. She kept on crying, even when we picked her up, and nothing seemed to make her feel better. Now, whenever I (or Frannie) doesn't feel good, my brain starts running through the entire list of possible maladies that might match with the presenting symptoms. So, when Frannie was complaining of stomach pain, my brain came up with everything from food poisoning (norovirus? E. coli?) to appendicitis (does the pain come on fast like this when it's inflamed, or only when it has already ruptured?). While the rest of the family shopped, I walked Frannie around outside, hoping she would somehow feel instantly better. When one of my hands felt something warm and wet, I thought "Well, maybe she has gas, and that will make it easier for her to pass it." Then, Frannie lifted her head from sobbing on my shoulder and said "Where Boppa? Where that Boppa at?" Just like that, she was fine. 

Once I found Sarah, she pointed out that we have been working on potty training by having Frannie sit on the potty every morning until she pees, but broke that routine this morning by rushing her out the door to get on the road. Our best guess is that Frannie was trying to hold it until she sat on a potty, but then when her bladder was full, she didn't know that needing to pee was causing the pain! Poor kiddo. So, now I know: if you don't get your toddler to pee in the potty, she might hold it until it hurts!

Tuesday, July 2, 2013

Like any respectable two-mom family, we attended our local Pride parade this weekend. Unfortunately, as soon as the Dykes on Bikes rolled up, Frannie wanted nothing to do with her stroller, and insisted on being held throughout the entire parade. So, no pictures of the parade, since my hands were full of toddler. Turns out, though, that you get a ton of stuff thrown at you (good stuff) when you have a cute kid with you - stickers, pinwheels from the local children's hospital, coffee from Starbucks, even a free t-shirt. I don't know if we'll be marching or watching next year, but it was fun to have the change of perspective, not to mention the shade.

Seattle has been having a bit of a heat wave (other parts of the country would call it "Spring"), so we've been doing our chores early in the day, mowing the lawn and hanging out all of the laundry, and playing in the sprinkler during the afternoon. Frannie wanted to help with the mowing, so she put on her boots and headphones, but got outside just in time to hang out the laundry.

What, you don't hang out the laundry in fireman boots and noise-reducing earphones?