Kate and I got home from school last Friday, and all she wanted to do was lounge on the ground and watch t.v.- totally not like her. I took her temp. and, sure enough, she had a fever. I stayed home with her the next day, and she was lethargic but happy until Saturday in the middle of the night. She started screaming, flailing, acting just plain strange. I told Greg I was expecting her head to start turning in full 360 degree circles Exorcist-style. We took her to the ER and, sure enough, she had an ear infection. It was her first official one, so we are really lucky. The antibiotics have done the trick, and she is back to her sweet self:) Bailey was looking out for in the first picture, and she was sitting with all her stuffed animal friends in a wheelbarrow in the second one.
I was not hopeful that Halloween was going to be a big hit. Every time I said, "Kate, are you going to be a ladybug?" she replied with, "No, no, no, no, no, no." I even tried to get the costume on her on several occasions, each time resulting in a scream-fest. On actual Halloween night, though, I was a woman on a mission. I bribed her with a sucker (great parenting skill, I realize), and I thought that might be the solution. However, as I put the costume over her head, she began crying. This crying, though, was quite non-threatening, so I pushed forward. We ran out the door in hopes that other forcefully-dressed children would be gleefully walking around the neighborhood. They were not. We were early. But the outside air worked its magic, and Kate shyly began to embrace her "ladybugness." We forged on through the neighborhood, and by the last few houses, she was even saying, "Bye-bye!" and "Boo!" At home, Kate carefully rummaged through her loot and discovered (for the first time ever!) the joy of chocolate candy. The night was quite the success:) See the video below for the trick-or-treating aftermath:
