Soup. Again.

When Piper is sick, she wants soup. Lots of soup. Noodle soup. Pasta fagioli. Tomato Soup. Repeat.

While slurping up her tomato soup today, she decided that cheddar bunnies would be better than crackers. It’s Piper’s version of a grilled cheese, which she loathes: “It’s smashed bread and cheese! What’s the big deal?”

So the bunnies took a yummy dive and Piper said, “Mom, there is a pool party going on in my tummy. I’ve invited these cheddar bunnies. Hope they can swim!”

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Piper’s Notes from a Sort of Sick Bed

This seems entirely appropriate today.

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1. Isn’t it great, Mom, that I got sick on a Saturday? You don’t have to cancel anything. You’re welcome.

2. Why doesn’t my body have enough skills to fight a little ole fever? Geez.

3. Uh oh. Time for a zebra pack. (Z-pak antibiotic)

4. More orange spice tea, please. Wait. Did you put in extra honey? Mmm. You’re such a good mom. Wait. Are you trying to cover up some medicine with that yummy honey?

5. What if I wake up a cheetah? Wouldn’t that be cool? I’d be a nice cheetah, though. I wouldn’t hurt you, Mom. Question! Do cheetahs get sick?

6. Pharmacies shouldn’t have candy. Candy doesn’t make you feel better. Toys make you feel better. Pharmacies should give away toys with medicine.  Just like Old McDonalds.

7. Can you stick that thing that beeps in my armpit again? I’ve got an itch in there.

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Stripey Throat. Again.

Piper wants me to blog about her strep throat. Again. Because she has it again. Ouch.

“Tell them I’m really sick, Mom.”

“You said it doesn’t hurt. And you’re dancing.”

“Yeah but that won’t get me any sympathy at all.”

Poor Piper. Skipping around our house with 103 fever begging for her next dose of Amoxicillan because she loves, loves the flavor. She claims that swallowing doesn’t hurt. Her tonsils are so swollen that her voice sounds funny. She’s either the toughest kid on the planet or a complete liar.

“Oh, and tell them Dad smells like pizza. He does.”

“But pizza smells good.”

“Ok. Just tell them about my stripey throat.”

 

Everything I Know About Love I Learned From Planet Earth

Piper has decided we should be a family of sea otters. Last night we were cuddled up on the couch watching Planet Earth when we learned about the importance of body rubbing. You see, a family of sea otters practices body rubbing, which is exactly what it sounds like, to manage their furry coats and promote bonding.

“Let’s try it!” Piper said, wiggling her body and rubbing her head on my arm.

A fit of giggles ensued. Obviously. Bonding accomplished.

Every Day is Mother’s Day

No one likes a party more than Piper. She can’t wait. Any reason to celebrate suits her. As you know, Mother’s Day is this weekend. Piper is gearing up. Or more accurately, Sissy, who is currently addicted to Pinterest, is designing daily art projects for Piper to complete for Mother’s Day. Piper can’t wait until the weekend, though, so I get a dose of homegrown love every day leading up to the big event. Here is this morning’s treat:

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Ahh….every day should be Mother’s Day. I’ll take it.

Miniature But Mighty

Piper, Sissy, and I are growing strawberries in our backyard. This morning Piper decided she was hungry for one so we went to inspect our harvest. This was the entire batch:photo-354

Did you miss it? Our thumb size strawberry?

It’s miniature but mighty. Just like Sissy and Piper.

“Mom, will you cut it in half for me?” Piper asked. “I don’t want to get full.”

Then she laughed herself silly at her own joke.