We're in trouble...

Sophie loves to take medicine. She searches her legs and arms for boo-boos and bruises and then insists she needs medicine because "Oh, I'm so sick, Mama." We talk to her about the fact that you don't take medicine for boo-boos but there are times when she gets very insistent. "But it hurts, Mama! It hurts SO much!"

[on a side note, we've been paying a lot of attention to Otto and giving him fluids - "medicine" - and I think she's a bit jealous of all the attention.]

So, about a week or so ago, after trying to talk to her about not taking medicine, I said: "Well, I have this new placebo medicine - do you want that?" "Oh yes, Mama, the placeeeebo medicine." I went downstairs and mixed a little bit of milk with a little bit of honey and put it in her medicine cup. That worked.

Flash forward to this weekend when we went through the same process. "Oh, I have a boo-boo, Mama, I need medicine." Again, no Sophie, you don't take medicine for boo-boos...and then I told her she could have some of the new placebo medicine.

Her answer? "No, Mama, I want the REAL medicine."

Aaron and I just looked at each other with shocked looks. Needless to say, she didn't get any medicine that night. Just a band-aid on her bruised knee.

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And then on Monday: Again with the insisting on medicine and me telling her no. She just wouldn't stop with the anger at me, so I made a big show of picking up her fake telephone and calling her doctor (I'll call him Dr. Richardson).

After punching in some numbers: "Hello, Dr. Richardson? This is Sophie's mommy. She has a boo-boo and we want to know if she should take medicine for it. No? No medicine for boo-boos? Okay, I'll tell her, thank you."

"I'm sorry, Sophie, he said no."

She angrily picks up the phone and starts punching numbers, glaring at me the whole time. "Hello, Dr. Richardson? Is Sophie. Say YES."

My daughter, she slays me.

May Day! May Day!

I wrote this on Sunday, but never managed to finish it and then yesterday was crazy busy.

I put mulch on both of the new flower beds and added more behind the boxwood hedges in front of the house. Yesterday and today. My shoulders are KILLING me now. Great exercise and I'm very happy with the result, but ouch. OUCH.

Before:

After:

Now we just need to figure out the edging - brick? more of the same stone thingies the previous owners used? A different kind of stone?

In other news, we walked down the hill (using one of the very steep paths that connects the hill to the downtown) and to the library for a fun singing, dancing, music event? lesson? thingie? There were two musicians/singers who sang fun nursery songs and others and had puppets and noisemakers and such. We were one of two couples with kids at first (another arrived with a baby later). Apparently the attendance during the weekly version is much bigger. The organizer musician lady thought that maybe everyone was at the town meeting. There is a big, contentious, override vote coming up. They want to raise property taxes to cover a budget shortfall. The lady was discussing it with the other dad - very obnoxious guy - and Aaron was trying to hold his tongue, but then had to jump into the discussion. They finally stopped arguing but it was getting a little heated.

The music and singing that followed was fun, though.

And then today we went to see the May Day parade in the nearby town. Small, but quite fun. A maypole and Morris dancers and people covered in flowers and dancing. There was a guy dressed as a horse and Sophie was obsessed with him. He was working the crowd and using his horse face/mask to steal people's hats and sniff them. She kept wanting to "get" him. And then on the walk back to the car, she splashed and jumped in every puddle she saw until she was absolutely soaked. We took off all her clothes and put Aaron's fleece on her to keep her warm for the ride home.

On a side note, I thought the parade was down the hill in our town but then realized once we got down there (Sophie in the stroller, holding her umbrella and wearing a crown - more on that later) that I had probably mis-read the listing and it was one town over. So, we headed back up the hill to get into the car. Whoops.

Oh, and this is for my mom. We were getting ready to go to the parade and she insisted (out of nowhere) that I make her a crown. And that I paint it and it will make her SO Happy, Mommy! She wore the crown for the first trek to the parade but had removed it by the time we got to the actual parade location.

Even though it was a gray, cold weekend, we had a lot of fun.