Even Pretty Princesses Need to Sleep

Brigid I may have said before has entered a princess phase. Not the commercial Disney princess obsession but just pretty princess obsession. Everything is princess this, princess that. Every dress is a pretty princess dress, every top is a pretty princess top. The other night she insisted on wearing a pretty princess dress over her PJs. It's fine with me; I enjoy dressing her up, and now that the weather is getting a little warmer, I can dress her in the pretty dresses I've been collecting for her for a while now. We may have our girly girl after all.

She has also started skipping -- that toddler galloping-kind of skipping -- the last week or so. She sings Skip to My Lou with Patricia and skips around the living room. When she's outside she likes to skip around. It's very cute.

The other day was doctor's visit day. I had the whole gang in there -- Patricia and Brigid to have their ears re-examined and Margaret for her well-child visit. Patricia's ears look good. Brigid still has fluid on one of them, and although it's clear, he wants to see her again in six weeks. Margaret is doing exceptionally well. She hasn't had an asthma concern in more than a year. In fact, Dr. Chaskey suggested she not have to have a note at school for her inhaler, but we all decided in the end it couldn't hurt. Margaret felt a little better about having that in place, just in case. She hasn't used an inhaler in a year, her peak flows have been great. She just said she didn't want to take a chance. Of course, he had to have the note for her migraine medication as needed. She has been able to manage it pretty well on her own, going down to the nurse's office for an Advil as she feels one coming on. The nurse, who was the nurse at St. Peter's, knows Margaret well and takes good care of her. She has to lie down with a cold compress for a while until the Advil takes hold, and then she's fine. I haven't had to take her out of school once this year for a migraine, not because she hasn't had any but because she's been able to nip them in the bud. I was hoping, like asthma, she may grow out of them, but so far, no such luck.

We're all getting down to the wire for the dance recital. With only a few classes left, we're all worrying a little about knowing the dances well enough to perform. The girls will do fine. They memorize their steps easily. I'm the one who's having trouble this year. It should be interesting.