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Five Things About My Preschooler I Dearly Miss

Now that Lily is four, she is insufferable. She is always correcting me; for example, when I tell someone that Emmy is 17 months old, Lily pipes in: “No, she’s just ONE!” Or when I want an English muffin for breakfast, she’ll command me NOT to eat an English muffin. Once I finished my orange juice before she did. The nerve! I mean, I just wasn’t thinking, was I?

I miss certain things about my little (I mean, BIG) girl. Here are some things she used to do:

  1. When someone would ask Lily what her name was, she would say, “I’m Cucumber, and (pointing to me) this is my assistant Pickles.” Her favorite book at the time was Richard Scarry’s Best Mysteries EVER! Cucumber was a dog/reporter/sleuth, and Pickles was, you know, her assistant.
  2. When Lily was newly potty trained, she would insist we say “Goodbye, I’ll see you later, my friend!” everytime she flushed. We all had to say it, EVERY time. I confess, I don’t miss this, but I’ve caught Ed looking sadly at the toilet, saying, “Goodbye, my friend,” while he helps Lily wash her hands.
  3. The crawling stage; I miss this about both my girls. Their cute, wiggling diapered baby bottoms cruising around the house; this stage is too short!
  4. Her love for her stuffed Tigger. They were inseparable; they would sleep together, eat together, play together; now he lies in the toy box, abandoned. I would adopt him myself, but he needs a good bath. Here he is when he’s still fluffy and cute:

  5. I miss those chubby, wubby baby CHEEKS! I could just EAT THEM UP!

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Mercury is the Reason I Don’t Have a PhD

A couple of nights ago, Emmy was waking up every two hours to nurse and I had had ENOUGH! I let her cry for a while. I thought she was sleeping when she started up again, so I finally went into her room. She was standing up in her crib, waiting for me. I got her back to sleep, but without nursing her. The next night, she slept from 7:00 until about quarter ’til five. I thought my sleepless night were over. Hah!

Then last night, she woke up around 10:30, and she was burning up. I could tell she had a fever. So what could I do? I nursed her back to sleep. She was up again around midnight, and I changed her diaper and gave her acetaminophen. She couldn’t go back to sleep, even after nursing some more, and drinking water from her sippy cup. Today her temperature feels normal, but of course I can’t take her temperature because ALL of our thermometers have DEAD BATTERIES!!! The old fashioned ones were hard to read, and yeah, they had mercury, BUT THEY WORKED!!! I’m not sure why she had a fever last night, and today she has been playing as usual. She’s not eating much, though.

My sister and I found some mercury on the floor after my mom broke a thermometer when we were little. We saved it in a Tic-Tac container and loved watching that tiny bit of silver liquid go back and forth. When I talk with other moms about all the safety concerns we have today, we commiserate together that it’s a wonder we survived our own childhoods.