Good news though, this unexpected Dr visit doubled as a boo boo follow up and her stitches look "really good". Also, the doctor promised Ayla that she doesn't need to wear band-aids anymore (see *addicted to princess band-aids)
leaving Dr office- I had to snap this pic because I had a moment of "OMG my baby looks like a full fledged little girl" and it scared the hell out of me - but she still looks damn cute...
After a 3 hour nap she's a little silly and really hamming up the camera - it's too funny to stand
*addicted to princess band-aids
Well, I had seriously made a huge mistake introducing these special Band-aids into her sphere of life but... Hey I can't shield her from everything. Recently I had just weaned her from band-aids convincing her she didn't need one for every bruise and here comes an honest to goodness reason for needing Band-aids. She even refused "glitter" band-aids at the Dr today telling the pediatrician (looking her in the eyes) "I NEED a princess band-aid."
Fast forward 9 hours...
Ayla is in bed, Bob and I are downstairs watching Prometheus and I thought I heard footsteps and i think, "she did have a 3.5 hour nap today and, honestly, if she's not coming out of her bedroom what real harm can be done" ... Creak the door opens. I hear Ayla say, "I have my Baid-aid stuck in my hair". I come upstairs and canNOT help but laugh out loud... Ayla had 6 band-aids clustered in her hair and 1 extra on her chin. And everyone I pulled out resulted in a cheer for the princess. Any Dad would have cut them out.
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