Let's not get too excited here that I have had an actual date. No such luck. Eliza however has had yet another date with dexamethasone a/k/a "Mr. Dex." Today's date involved yet another odyssey of going to the doctor, being told what med she needed, going to the pharmacy (a 6 block walk with my foot in a cast in 90 degree weather), going back to the doctor's office, listening to some boob-head parent announce (in a Fran Drescher Nanny voice) "oh wow your kid is sick, why are you in the waiting room with the healthy kids" which led to my response of "Really? Well (a) I am not the architect who designed the doctor's office and failed to include a sick kid room (b) I hadn't noticed that my child has coughed incessantly for 12 freaking hours and (c) why the "F" else would I be in a freaking doctor's office?"
So one steroid shot later we are home. Eliza seems quite happy in her tub though and the bronchial problems have not impaired my girl's ability to sort and categorize:
Orange with orange:
Blue with blue:
Our green/yellow hues together:
And let's not forget how to line up those labels:
Eliza may not be able to breathe really well, but she is still one organized toddler.