Sick Day

Gigi’s home with a stomach bug so she’s watching an imaginary performance of The Nutcracker ballet on a shoebox — she told me she’s “imaginationing it’s a television.” It is positively fascinating how uniquely herself she’s become.

Separate hut related, Dave spent $19 to buy her the full score of Tchaikovsky’s Nutcracker. His justification was that “our toddler is staring at a cardboard box and listening to classical music.” Good point.

Brave

This brave little lady had her tonsils and adenoids checked by an ENT doctor today. What does that entail? Pretty much everything you’d expect along with a back of the nose and throat inspection, accomplished by running an endoscope through her nostrils and into her throat. She didn’t even flinch. I am in constant awe of her maturity and bravery, and I wonder if she will ever be able to comprehend just how proud of her I am.

Helping her Dada complete the pre-appointment paperwork.