The Bean had tubes put in her ears today and desperately wanted to take her Little Einstein figurines with her (the girls only) and pulled out a tiny "treasure" basket that I had given her to play with. Creative little legume that my daughter is, she placed Annie and June in either side of the basket and told them to go "night-night" and the doctor would make the "boo-boo in the ear" all better. Running with her imagination, I pulled out my scrap bin and the two of us dug in and made actual beds.
Now, she's asking me to make a tent and sleeping bag for her Leo figure.
It's officially time to make with the two t-shirt dresses I've completed. The Redbird dress was created for the Bean to wear to her buddy G's baseball games. Unfortunately, due to Bean's crappy ears, we never made it to a game, but the mascot dress was created.
The boat dress was completely inspired by the applique - which I can't take any credit for. Naughty me, I bought it. But the ribbon waves was all me!
Bean's third dress, is currently in progress and I really can't find a valid excuse to not pack for the move and work on it... SO, if anyone out there can help me justify an afternoon off so I can finish the dang thing during the kids' naps, please, let me know. Packing is terribly tedious.
And the final thing to tell you, dear reader, is that the Bean successfully underwent the dreaded "tubes in the ear" procedure. Due to our "proximity" (rolling eyes) to the hospital, we were up at 4 this morning (after being kept awake by the fawn baying at her Momma in the back yard at 2 am). I woke Bean up, changed her out of her jams and put her in the car seat... she sang the ABC Song to "wake the sun up" the entire hour drive to the hospital. She loved the hospital gown (picture coming - once I get it off my phone) and how the blood pressure cuff was "a balloon that give the arm hugs." The ride on my lap in the wheelchair was par-excellence. When it came time to go into the operating room with me, Bean started getting anxious. The operating lights freaked her out and there was no way that she was getting on that table - smart kid! But with some coaxing (and her arms around my neck) she eased herself off my lap and sat on the table. The anesthesiologist gave her special "stickers" (heart monitor leads) and brought out the mask. The gas mask was one of the things the Bean was prepared for. She took it from the anesthesiologist and placed it over her face and said "Bean do it all by my self!"
As her ENT escorted me out of the operating room, he actually offered me a job - educating families and preparing children for surgeries. He said he's never seen a child more eager for anesthesia in his life.
ooo! T shirt dresses! And wow, congrats to Bean for taking that bravely! I went to a surgery room as an adult and still could wet my pants.
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