Friday morning we set off for an adventure to the hospital. In 8 short months, Mary Margo lost her ear tubes so we had to have them replaced with more "permanent" ones. Her adenoids were removed while we were there too.
Here is Margie looking pitiful once we got home. She was such a TROOPER! This little girl amazes me. She never cried one tear! (Remember this for later) She constantly compared her hospital visit to mine when I had Dottie. We both had an IV and we both had a bracelet with our name on it.
IT WORKED!
The whole reason we even went to the doctor in the first place was because Mary Margo kept complaining about not being able to hear the TV. She constantly asked us to turn it up or repeat ourselves. Well, new tubes were the answer....for the first time she grabbed her ears and let me know how LOUD Dottie was when she cried! : ) 3 times in one day I got this reaction to Dottie's crying.
I always think that the rest of my day will be filled with LAZINESS, watching princess movies all day, and eating popsicles. I am always wrong. I did MAKE her lay down and watch one movie which gave us a little time to catch a cat nap. But then it was back to Mary Margo's usual of wanting to hold Dottie, run around outside, and just be an energetic 3 year old.
The short nap was nice...while it lasted.
This is her boyfriend...or so she told me. (Really just a balloon she got in recovery at the hospital) She told me it could be my boyfriend too. I told her I already had a boyfriend and she tilted her head in the cutest little way and said "Daddy" That's right, Daddy!
Ear Drops
Back to the "no tears" hospital story from above. This is what makes every tear not shed at the hospital come out x 100! Mary Margo goes into hysterics when we have to put these 5 little drops in her ears. It is beyond me. I hate the hospital.......give me ear drops any day! Not Mary Margo. She becomes a crying, screaming mess at the mention of the word. Oh Lord, please help us.
Look at these precious little girls. Can't you just hear them all saying "Oooooo" at the new pink My Little Pony.
And of course, her first patient was Dottie. (Poor little girl) She was REAL sick. She got a shot, or SHOTTER as Mary Margo refers to it, and her blood pressure was a little high so we had to check it too. 
Now that Dottie is big enough to sit in her seat, it has made bath time so much more exciting for Mary Margo and faster for Mommy. With Dottie in the tub, Mary Margo can play that big sister role oh so well. She likes to help wash her and rinse her off. Her main job is to keep Dottie warm by pouring water on her belly.
I am happy to report we broke the spell. What spell you ask? The evil spell of wedding stupidity. Dusty and I have this little "track record" about going to weddings. The last two times we have been invited to one we/I have royally messed up while reading the invitation. 
Here is Margie looking pitiful once we got home. She was such a TROOPER! This little girl amazes me. She never cried one tear! (Remember this for later) She constantly compared her hospital visit to mine when I had Dottie. We both had an IV and we both had a bracelet with our name on it.
I always think that the rest of my day will be filled with LAZINESS, watching princess movies all day, and eating popsicles. I am always wrong. I did MAKE her lay down and watch one movie which gave us a little time to catch a cat nap. But then it was back to Mary Margo's usual of wanting to hold Dottie, run around outside, and just be an energetic 3 year old. 
This is her boyfriend...or so she told me. (Really just a balloon she got in recovery at the hospital) She told me it could be my boyfriend too. I told her I already had a boyfriend and she tilted her head in the cutest little way and said "Daddy" That's right, Daddy!
Dottie is growing like a little weed. Look at those chubby little cheeks and the creases in her arms. At her 1 month appointment she was 10lbs. of pure baby chub love.
