Maggie fell asleep around 4 o'clock this afternoon, exhausted after a fun double day of therapy, with both ABA and Occupational Therapy on the schedule. She dressed herself.
Right now light pink is big and so are polka dots. Hot pink is barely tolerable and when I suggested a skirt with purple and pink there was hysterical crying. So pink it is:
This conversation about Maggie occurred earlier in the week while I was on the phone with my mom:
Me: "They gave Mae a shot of antibiotics and apparently it's a dose that should kill absolutely anything that's going on in her body."
Sadie (from the other room, sounding frantic): "Why would you want to kill anything that's in Maggie's body?!?!?!?!?!"
I guess I need to be a little exact with Sadie around... but it did lead to a conversation about bacteria and viruses that goes hand in hand with the many times she's watched the Magic School Bus episodes on that subject.
Before bedtime tonight another Sadie-conversation occurred:
Me (to Paul): "I was a little worried that I was getting sick when I woke up this morning. I had a sore throat that felt like it wrapped all the way around to my ears. And I couldn't stop thinking about how when she was sick Maggie kept taking my water bottle and drinking out of it and then putting it up for me to drink out of it, in that little way that she does."
Sadie: "My little way is making little sacrifices to please God. It's a little different, isn't it?"
Me: "Um yeah. Yeah it is."