You can tell we have had a sick house

My girls are playing in the other room. My mom had just come in from outside. Greta told my mom that Andrea was sick. She had given Andrea rice and a piece of cheese. Then she said, "She is throwing up diarrhea."

She is feeling better!

Yesterday Greta was sick all morning and into the afternoon. I started offering her Pedialyte that I remembered having in the evening when she kept begging for water. Remembering that my mom had said Andrea had a bit of diarrhea the day before I gave her some also. Both girls loved it.

This morning Greta is doing even better. She woke me up at 7:00 a.m. as she ran for the toilet. Luckily she was just hungry and not starting another round of throw up. She ate four crackers, had a couple drinks, and went back to bed for about 45 minutes. When we came downstairs I asked if she wanted more of the medicine drink. Andrea had been given some Tang before Greta and I got downstairs. I poured Greta half a glass of Pedialyte. Andrea wanted some too, so I gave her about a quarter of a glass. She wasn't impressed. She wanted "ohm" (all of it). She didn't want it anymore, and kept reaching for Greta's cup. Her grandpa and I kept asking her if she wanted different drinks - orange juice, apple juice, Tang... she didn't want any of it. Finally my dad pulled out the apple juice and held it next to Greta's cup, saying, "Look! It's apple juice!" Greta seemed amazed. When she had her next sip she said, "It does taste like apple juice!" (It really doesn't.) Andrea was still saying that she wanted Greta's drink.

My dad: "It's okay to want."
Greta to Andrea: "That's what Grandpa tells me!"
Me to Greta: "Do you like it when he says that to you?"
Greta: *silence* "I'm not saying."

That made my dad, mom, and me laugh. She did eventually say that no, she doesn't like it when he tells her that.

No guesses?!

Fine.

"Mommy ict ah ahm" = Mommy licked my arm
"Uh oo Tuh" = Love you Greta ("Tuh" used to be "Tuh-tuh")

Last week (or was it the week before??) she asked me to read the "Polar Bear, Polar Bear, what do you hear?" story. I might have been too slow to start reading and she started doing it herself. She had me rolling! But she did so well. And I was so surprised.

"Po (not to be confused with poo. It's Po, like the Teletubby) Beh, Po Beh, wuh oo he-uh. I hee uh ____ (usually "peatot". She loves the peacock picture) uh uh e-uh." (Translated is "Polar Bear, Polar Bear, what do you hear? I hear a ____ (peacock) _____ (whatever sound they make, which she doesn't usually say) in my ear.") She knows all the animals in the book. Her current favorite book is an oldie Golden Book, "Donald Duck and the One Bear" - AKA "Pizza book." I'm not sure if it's all the pizza that makes her love the book, or if it's the story, or Donald, Daisy, and Donald's nephews.

Greta is doing better, but still very hoarse. When I got home from work Monday I walked right past her lying on the couch. She didn't tell me she was there, and the sounds of "Mommy!!" is usually where they both are. Her grandma had told her she needed to get lots of rest so she could get better, so she was. I asked her how she was doing. Her response: "Not well." She is mostly surviving on popsicles, because right now she can get away with it, but she did eat her whold corn dog from Dairy Queen yesterday. Her outfit today.... yikes!! I need to take a picture. There was a day several weeks ago that I took her picture, then took her out in public. LOL! She's a kid, and she can get away with it. At least she's happy.