My daughter is starting to look a little puffy. Her cheeks are a bit plump, and her belly was sticking all the way out from under her t-shirt today. I’m starting to wonder if we’re going to have to keep her from eating seven meals each day while she’s taking the Prednisone?
Two of the above statements are true and the third one is technically true, but it’s only due to an unexpected situation. My daughter’s cheeks and face are indeed starting to look a little pudgy. She is looking a little like she’s retaining water or putting on weight. And while her belly was sticking completely out from under her shirt today and she kept patting appreciably on her stomach, that part was mostly because we sent her to school in a size 2T shirt, even though she’ll be four in seven weeks.
We found out late last night we’d misplaced a shirt. It was International Peace Day today and the students are asked to wear their purple school shirts for a picture in which the entire student body stands in the shape of a peace sign. A very brave teacher climbs onto the roof of one of the buildings and gets a full shot of the children, teachers and staff and then some singing is done and peace is maintained, or at least until play ground time it is.
But last night we could only find one of the purple shirts. The two shirts move from dresser to dresser because we have two 4T shirts which get worn at different times by different children and get folded and put away with a rather carefree attitude towards who’s shirt really belongs to whom. It was because of this that we didn’t notice one of the shirts had managed a daring escape to whereabouts unknown. My husband and I did some bag and bin diving last night and found a very tiny looking 2T shirt and were surprised my daughter’s armpits weren’t strangled this morning when she put it on.
But back to the pudgy conversation. There is a lot of hunger going on all day in my daughter’s tummy—she tells us how her tummy tells her she’s hungry. There is also a lot of anger when we don’t feed her, and apparently grapes and carrots are not what her tummy keeps asking for in the way of food.
Hopefully the prednisone regime won’t continue for much longer or we’re going to have to get 5T clothing for her before we do her older brother.
The Big Boy Update: Aunt Rebecca came over today. My son wanted to tell her about all the friends in his class by pointing to the pictures of them on the refrigerator. He wanted to point out all the ones he knew in his sister’s class too. He even told Aunt Rebecca which ones of the girls he liked (all of them.)
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: My daughter wasn’t pleased with what I served her from the salad buffet tonight so she decided to take over my salad and eat it. After a while, she swapped back plates, asking if she could have some mac-n-cheese. While she was eating her newly delivered bowl of food she noticed several leaves of salad she’d spilled on the table. She picked up a leaf and said, “hey, here’s a piece of your salad, mom” and handed it back to me. And while this might not be remarkable in general, it wasn’t a large piece of salad she saw. She didn’t fumble to find it and she easily put it into my hand.
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