"You know what you should totally do if you're three and you have a cognitive test the next day?
Stay up all. night. long. talking about how it's morning and you're ready to get up (at least that's what I imagine the ongoing baby-talk conversation was about). Get up and stomp around the room. Yell to your brother in the next room to see if he'll join you (You know he will. Enthusiastically).
And then an hour before the test start to act really sleepy and lay down on the middle of the living room floor like you need a nap.
This is going to be awesome. And accurate... Or more likely the opposite of accurate. Maybe the icy cold autumn air will wake her up..."
Paul and I both had burritos last week. Paul's had sour cream. Mine didn't. They got mixed up. I took one bite of the sour cream burrito and spit it into my napkin. But I could feel sour cream in my mouth, even though the vast majority wasn't swallowed.
And guess what happened?
Four days of an allergic reaction (and think, that's just from nursing...). Despite his every night allergy medication.
I have a sinking feeling that this doesn't bode well for him not being allergic any time soon... it also worries me about severity since it was such a small amount and he still had a reaction.
Mae was less a fan of the test this last Thursday. It involved a graduate student following her around imitating her. It did prove that she can become annoyed enough to do tasks however. She even pointed after a car and said "over there, over there" which had both me and the student grinning from ear to ear because I can't even remember the last time she pointed!