Adventures in Maddieland

Someone told me today that I should keep a "Maddie Adventure" journal.  I've been thinking about that and even looked for child memory books on Amazon.  They all suck.  I need just a regular memory book for it not to suck.  And the lines on those start to blur quite a bit with scrap booking.  So until I figure that out, I figure I'll at least write of today's adventures here.

First, I suppose I should only pull the highlights, or it's going to be the worst adventure book ever.

Something like this:

We went to the doctor today.  I was waiting for the doc to tell me your lungs sounded like junk, even though I hadn't heard you wheeze or anything.  Instead, she said they were clear.  And while I was processing that, she checked your ears, which prompted an immediate response from the doctor.  "Oh yeah, this one is good and inflamed with puss."  Which then prompted me to exclaim, "YOU'RE JOKING."  Maddie, you never acted like your ears hurt.  When you refuse to poop, you tell us that both your tummy and booty hurt.  You know how to tell us things hurt.  Did your ear not hurt?  I have no idea if they're both infected because when the doc tried to check the other one, she said wax was blocking her view.  Am I supposed to be cleaning deep in your ears?  I've always done my own but always been told it's bad for my ears  No way am I sticking a q-tip down into your ears.  So anyway.  You're now on augmentin.  You're also on a probiotic to prevent raging diarrhea due to the augmentin.  Fingers crossed.  Oh, and while lately you've refused to go pee on the potty at home, you had no problem asking me to take you to the completely unknown to you bathroom at the doctor's office.  And then you peed on the potty for the rest of your waking hours at home.  It was beautiful.  I love you.

And this:

It's supposed to snow tomorrow.  Hardcore.   They're likening it to February of last year.  We didn't live in Columbia, MO in February of last year, but it sounds ominous, doesn't it?  Anyway.  Your dad broke this winter's first snow shovel after the last snow.  I think he said he was trying to scrape ice and snapped the end off?  I don't know.  He bought the shovel at Big Lots, which was likely a mistake.  So today you and I went to Home Depot to get a new shovel.  We selected a straight handled one (because they make them with curves now) and a regular width head (because they make double wides apparently as well).  And the stem as a steel core to keep your dad from breaking it.  Anyway.  The shovels were located by the entrance, so once we selected ours, we had to carry it inside to purchase.  When I tried to pick it up, you said "Maddie's shovel" and tried to take it from me.  We compromised, and I held the shovel vertically through the store to check out with my right hand just below the handle, while yours was farther down the stem of it.  Additionally, you kept your sunglasses on, animal print at that, and upside down.  I believe I finally slid them up into your hair at check out.  We received many smiles on our walk through the store.  I should add that you don't care about the sunglasses in any fashionable sense.  They seem to be strictly for function, as you will sit in your car seat and loudly inform me "TOO BRIGHT, TOO BRIGHT!!" when you don't have them.  You also do this at night when other cars' headlights pass by.  Those lovely blue eyes of yours appear to be a bit sensitive.  Alas, those are our main adventures for the day.

So yeah, that's what I would write about.  Just in those two adventure entries, I found some difficulty in managing my language.  Honestly, though, I didn't erase any curse words; I was able to stop myself beforehand.

Well anyway.  I need to get ready for bed.  Lord knows I need to rest up before a long snow day tomorrow.