Poor K, well, both of us, we really can’t catch a break.  One night when I was forcing her to take her eye drops, I saw that she also has strep.  Couldn’t see it when she said “ah” for the doctor, only when we had her pinned down and she was screaming her bloody head off.  She didn’t even have to go see the doc, he just called in a stronger antibiotic based on my very good description.  Poor thing is now starting to have some side effects from that.  And I think I might have some walking pneumonia or another bout of bronchitis.  This is real fun.  Saturday and Sunday were bad for me, a lot of real bad weird pain in my chest and what not.  Was going to call the doc Monday morning but I felt a thousand times better when I woke up.  My sister-in-law listened with her stethoscope and said I sounded good.  I think something might be there still, I feel that weird feeling every once in a while, like there’s something in my lungs, but I’m going to wait and see if my body won’t beat it or it won’t get worse first.

K’s also having a hard time with Daddy going back to work.  She’s funny because she won’t show him a lot of attention or affection when he’s here but when he’s gone, he’s all she talks about.  First thing she says to me when I get her from school is always “Dada?”  She points at things around the house that are his, “Dada.”  She bought chips for him at the grocery store today.

She also sees a guy who sometimes picks up his kid at the same time and he doesn’t look like Steve at all, but he’s another bald guy.  Today isn’t the first time she thought he was Dada but today she caught sight of him as he was driving away and she started yelling “Dada!” and crying and tried to run after his car.  I grabbed her before she could take more than one step but had to put her in her car seat  while she cried up a storm.  I think she finally understood he wasn’t Daddy and she can see Daddy later but it was pretty heartbreaking.

So we talked to Dada on his lunch break and she actually chatted up a storm in her little Kayleigh way.