Medicine

Ivie's been on antibiotics the last 10 days for an ear infection. She's gotten very good at taking her medicine twice a day. She loves that she's able to do it entirely herself, thanks to the easy-to-push dispensers from Target's Pharmacy. In fact, she enjoys it so much that there were a couple of times during this 10-day cycle that she reminded ME that she needed to take it!

Thursday was the last day of the cycle, so she didn't get any medicine all day on Friday. We didn't say anything to Ivie, assuming that she would just forget about it and move on.

Late last night (Friday), at 12:30a, Ivie cried out for her Daddy. It was a typical middle-of-the-night run for him, as Ivie often finishes her water and requests to have her bottle refilled. After filling it and returning it to her, he held her hand for a minute and then headed for the door.

As he opened the door to leave, Ivie stopped him and said, "Oh, Daddy. You forgot my medicine." And then rolled over and went back to sleep.

As Dale crawled back into bed, I asked him if everything was okay. He said yes and recounted the story for me. After we both laughed for several seconds, he simply said, "She IS her mother...".

Even in my groggy, middle-of-the-night fog, I knew that this was NOT a compliment. Apparently Dale considers me to be a bit of a nag?!?

But don't worry. It certainly didn't keep me from sleeping!