Our Little Love Bug

K loves to walk around our coffee table looking like a little shark. Every time she passes me or Len, she puts her head on our laps as to give us a hug, and when we say "kisses", she heads for our faces to give us a big slimy smooch.

Here she is giving away the last hugs and kisses for the day.

An Evening at ER

Late Monday afternoon last week, K tripped and fell landing with her nose on a TV stand. I feared a broken nose, but there was no blood or swelling, just a little bruise. We read that in case of a broken nose, if there is no clear discharge from the nose or fever within 24 hours, it will heal itself.

Well, on Tuesday, K woke up from her 2nd nap with a fever and a runny nose. Len took some X-rays, and even though the pics were fuzzy (K did not want to sit still), he feared a broken bone.

The pediatrician's office was already closed, so we decided to go to the ER. By the time we got there, K's fever was already up to 103.6. Surprisingly, noone there was concerned about K's nose or whether it was broken or not. A clear fluid from the nose and a fever after a fall could mean a traumatic meningitis, a skull fracture or an infection in the brain. To rule out all of these, she had to have a CT scan done. To do that, she had to be drugged. A small dose of benadryl did the trick. Waiting for the results was the worst. The benadryl wore off very quickly, and the bright lights and the noises from the busy emergency room kept K fussy and wide awake. At one point, I wanted to give K some of her juice, but the doctor quickly stopped me and asked to keep K's stomach empty in case they had to operate!!!

The results came back negative. K coincidentally caught a cold, and there was no skull fracture or any infection in the brain (thank God!). They never checked her nose. And although we have some fuzzy "proof" of a broken bone, I like to think that it's just a fuzz but no break.

Our First 911 Call

... and hopefully the last!

K loves to play with our home phone. She managed to erase all the phone numbers we had saved, to call daddy's office a few times and information - all on her own.

Last night, however, we received a call from 911. The person who called was not happy (I don't blame him!). It turned out K called 911 and hung up. They called to check if everything was OK, and after finding out that it was our 1-year-old daughter playing with the phone, they advised us not to let her do it again. And so we won't.

Indian Buffet

There is a great Indian restaurant close to our place that we love going to. We found it before I was pregnant, then used it to induce labor (some say spicy food has such reaction - not on me though), and now we take K there with us.

K's favorite dish is Butter Chicken, but she doesn't mind trying other things. Last week whatever I gave her was so spicy that her eyes teared up, but yet she didn't spit out anything.

Toilet Obsession

K has started showing interest in the toilet but not in a way we'd like her to. The other day, I found her in the bathroom dipping her hands in the toilet bowl.