Diagnosis: The Sniffies

My daughter loves Doc McStuffins.  She often pretends she's the doc and loves calling me her "Lambsey".  If you've never watched Doc Mcstuffins it's about a little girl who plays doctor to all her toys.  A toy usually breaks and Doc McStuffins takes them to her little clinic (outdoor clubhouse), sings the theme song and gives a cute diagnosis.  One of the main stuff animals is Lambsey (a stuffed lamb that loves cuddling) which is what my little one calls me. 

 

Yesterday I was feeling a bit under the weather and my little Doc McStuffins sang the theme song followed by her diagnosis for me,

Olivia: I have a diagnosis
Me: What is it doc?
Olivia: Lamsey you have THE SNIFFIES
Me: Oh no, what shall we do, doc? *sniff, sniff*
Olivia: Stay home and sleep the SNIFFIES away...

I attempted going to work despite the doc's orders and made it through only part of the day. Maybe my little Doc McStuffins really knew what she was talking about because it was really starting to sound like a good idea.  I went home and went straight to bed to sleep the sniffies away. 

Today I woke up thinking I was all better (sniffies were almost non-existant) and went to work.  An hour into work and my body began to fail me-seriously?!  I guess I'm not exactly in the clear yet.  So here I am at home with the sniffies full blown-seriously?!  So not cool, when I have sooo much I could be doing right now.  But maybe my little doc is right maybe I need to stay in bed and sleep the sniffies away completely *gah* if only relaxing was in my strengths of personal characteristics, lol. 

Well, here's to good health...

~XO

The Division and Multiplication of a 3 Year Old Smarty Pants

While Olivia and I were waiting to pay at our local craft store Olivia asked for a candy.  I swapped it for a king size KitKat and said that we can share it.  In the car I divided the bar by giving her some, held some for me and folded the wrapper around the last two for daddy. As I was driving Olivia pleaded with me to hold "daddy's pieces".   After reiterating "it's for daddy" I foolishly handed it back to her. 

 

5 minutes into the ride I came to a red light when I heard her say, "hmmm, that's two" and a few moments later "and that's still two" I assumed she was counting "daddy's pieces" but when we reached home daddy only had one piece broken in half.

Me: Olivia you ate daddy's piece now he only has one
Olivia: Noooo, he has TWO pieces *big smile* (holds up the one piece broken in 1/2)
Me: *speechless*

So while I divided the bar Olivia was cleverly thinking ways to multiply her snack.