More Amazing Memory

We went to the Allergist today (she's fine and the doctor thinks we can just maintain her on the current medication and continue to avoid the food triggers in large doses). We were last there in February. Angie briefly napped in the car on the way down. When she woke up in the parking lot, she started talking about doctors and going to see the doctors.

While we waited for the doctor in the examination room, we read Angie various stories: Sweet Dreams Spot, a squeaky book about apples (silly rhymes and an apple that squeak when pressed)--we didn't bother with the ABC's of Asthma though. We finished the two books in the room and Angie started asking for the book about the Muppet Show. When we waited for the doctor to come to the exam room in February, we read a book about Muppet Babies. Pretty amazing memory!

The doctor had an intern with him--nice young man who seemed really charmed by Angie (which is probably why I thought he was nice). After the exam was over, the Intern left to get Angie some stickers. Usually kids get a single sticker for a doctor's visit. The Intern returned with 5 strips of stickers which had 3 stickers on each strip. Angie became excited and took one strip from him and said, "Thank you very much." Since she didn't take the rest immediately, he gave them to us for her. Then Angie waived bye to the Intern and said, "thank you very much doctor doctor. Very good doctor" From the expression on his face, I'm guessing that he thought Angie was a nice way to end the work day.

We wandered around a local mall just window shopping while we waited for Angie to get hungry. She loved the fountains and counted the mini-fountains in Spanish. At the Disney Store, we placed her stroller under a bubble machine and she was incredibly happy with that location.

Finally we went to Skyline Chili because she wanted spaghetti. While we waited for the food to arrive, Angie read to us from the book about spaghetti (the menu). It went something like this:

"Once upon a time there was a spaghetti. And the spaghetti lived happily ever after. THE END!"

She read that story to us a few times.

Chas and Angie played outside before her bath, then after her bath she climbed on my lap to play computer games. She was fighting sleep and I finally insisted that she go to bed. She was quite upset to leave her game (helping Zoey from Sesame Street put the animals to sleep in the correct pen) and fussed quite a bit, though clearly exhausted. I finally put her to bed, and just when I started to leave because I thought she was asleep, I heard a tiny voice say, "Put the blue doggie in the pen!" in a sad, despairing tone.

Sweet girl really needed to sleep.