Where's My Whip??

Ok, forgive me, but after 5 days stuck in the house with a 3 1/2 year old, one's mind starts to wander.....especially after said child decides to put on mama's black boots and parade around the house......
...... another fun activity during this time was moving her little step stool around to every light switch in every room and turning the switch on and off. Do you think she was getting a little stir crazy??

It seems like the past week was lost between sickness and rain. Ariana came down with a bug on Sunday and ended up staying home from school most of the week. We both made a trip to the doctor on Wednesday since I was suffering from what turned out to be allergies. It is convenient that we share the doctor - a general practitioner whose office is a ten minute walk from the house. It really is a family affair - her husband is Ariana's gymnastics teacher. We got our prescriptions, got them filled at the drug store and were on our way home, with this.....

Ariana's stash is in the back - 5 different liquids, patches and powder. Mine, in front is made up of 3 different pills - Japan doesn't do combinations, so for every symptom there is a antidote. For me it's easy; for Ariana not so. First, everything has to be measured out and then the really fun part - having her actually swallow it. For the most part, she is very agreeable - opening her mouth like a little bird. But sometimes.....SHE.....JUST.........
....DOESN'T.......WANT......IT. That's when I get creative. Her stuff has gone in her milk, juice, yogurt drink and water, with varying levels of success. The patch is definitely the easiest - she likes the new and different "boo boo band-aid".

Well enough about medication, the little miss is requesting pancakes and I better start making them before she morphs into "DeeDee" (as in Diva DiLaura, who makes an appearance when a certain someone doesn't get what she wants).