Erin's been constipated the past few days, which is a rarity for her. In fact, this is the first time ever. I'd been through it before with Lanie, and I know how awful this can get.
I called the pediatrician's office and the receptionist played messenger.
"Increase her fruits and vegetables and limit dairy," she offered.
Check. Except with an almost three year old, you can only lead them to water, you can't make them drink. Or eat, in this case.
"What else?" I asked.
"Popcorn. And Karo syrup, the dark kind. Use one teaspoon in a drink," she said.
Yesterday we had popcorn for a snack. And then I spiked a chocolate milk with Karo syrup--the dark kind. And waited. She pooped later that evening. And then today too. Looks like we're back in business.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Monday, November 2, 2009
One thousand gifts (216-229)
216. The puddles of leaves at the base of the trees.
217. Lanie playing Ode to Joy on the piano.
218. Gray skies and drizzle.
219. Hot chocolate with whipped cream.
220. Little boxes of raisins and the crinkly bags they come in.
221. Libraries.
222. This journey.
223. Lists and daily whispers of thanks to keep my mind focused on better things.
224. Life preservers named Christy and Sarah.
225. Sleepytime tea.
226. The song CD that came with a library book, and Erin's sweet voice singing along.
227. The sound of little girls giggling down a walkway on Halloween.
228. For who I am in Christ.
229. Songs of praise.
October has been a spiral of sorts with fewer posts and more time in contemplation--often late at night with a book, paper and pen or a cup of Sleepytime tea, blanket, tissue and prayer. I find more and more that authenticity is a difficult and solitary journey. So thankful to find strength and freedom and guidance and hope in words.
"All of my life, in every season, you are still God and I have a reason to sing, I have a reason to worship."
217. Lanie playing Ode to Joy on the piano.
218. Gray skies and drizzle.
219. Hot chocolate with whipped cream.
220. Little boxes of raisins and the crinkly bags they come in.
221. Libraries.
222. This journey.
223. Lists and daily whispers of thanks to keep my mind focused on better things.
224. Life preservers named Christy and Sarah.
225. Sleepytime tea.
226. The song CD that came with a library book, and Erin's sweet voice singing along.
227. The sound of little girls giggling down a walkway on Halloween.
228. For who I am in Christ.
229. Songs of praise.
October has been a spiral of sorts with fewer posts and more time in contemplation--often late at night with a book, paper and pen or a cup of Sleepytime tea, blanket, tissue and prayer. I find more and more that authenticity is a difficult and solitary journey. So thankful to find strength and freedom and guidance and hope in words.
"All of my life, in every season, you are still God and I have a reason to sing, I have a reason to worship."
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Halloween
I never thought it would happen to me, but I think I never want to see a piece of candy or chocolate again. Dreaming of salads and healthy soups.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Kisses
I took Lanie to school today. Normally we carpool and she rides with someone else in the morning. This was a nice treat for me.
"Do you want me to pull up to the door or walk you in?" I asked.
"Walk me in," she said.
"Do you want me to walk you to the front doors or into the sanctuary?" I asked.
"Into the sanctuary," she said.
We get inside and a friend of hers comes to say hello. Lanie hands me her backpack and lunchbox to take to her classroom--I had offered to run it down for her.
"Can I get a kiss goodbye?" I asked.
She threw her arms around my neck and hugged me tight and kissed me. I loved it. At home, Erin and I played and ran around and folded laundry and sorted through the twos clothes and unpacked the threes. Ready for a chocolate break, I asked her, "Would you like a kiss?"
She knew immediately what I meant and came running into the kitchen with her hand out.
"One or two?" I asked.
"Two," she said after a moment's thought. Then, "I'm saving this one for Lanie after school."
"Do you want me to pull up to the door or walk you in?" I asked.
"Walk me in," she said.
"Do you want me to walk you to the front doors or into the sanctuary?" I asked.
"Into the sanctuary," she said.
We get inside and a friend of hers comes to say hello. Lanie hands me her backpack and lunchbox to take to her classroom--I had offered to run it down for her.
"Can I get a kiss goodbye?" I asked.
She threw her arms around my neck and hugged me tight and kissed me. I loved it. At home, Erin and I played and ran around and folded laundry and sorted through the twos clothes and unpacked the threes. Ready for a chocolate break, I asked her, "Would you like a kiss?"
She knew immediately what I meant and came running into the kitchen with her hand out.
"One or two?" I asked.
"Two," she said after a moment's thought. Then, "I'm saving this one for Lanie after school."
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