Sharpteeth don’t wear pants

Namine has a tendency, when she’s wearing pants that aren’t denim, to scoot right out of them. But I have this weird insistence that pants be worn for dinner. So I said, “Come here, honey. Let’s get your pants back on.” She growled playfully at me. “Sharpteeth don’t wear pants!”

Dentist appointment

Namine sees many different doctors, for many different things. A given week can easily be full of appointments – not a single day of staying home, for the most part. Today, though, was Namine’s most feared visit: the dentist. At least, that’s what we thought.

A high-stress situation

I’m not a fan of surprising Namine with doctor visits. She knew that she had an appointment with her pediatrician this afternoon, but she didn’t know any details. She certainly didn’t know that she would be getting vaccinated, and I wasn’t about to tell her.

Freedom to move

Tonight was the first night in – well, I don’t know how long – that Namine was able to move freely in the bathtub. To play in the bathtub. She’s been limited by either her chest incision or the line in her arm, forced to sit still for one reason or another. But no longer! And Namine couldn’t have been happier.

Write less, do more, indeed

I moved a bunch of Namine’s photo albums off to Picasa (which is now inside Google+, go figure). Now I had a bunch of photos to remove from WordPress, and there doesn’t seem to be any good way to remove all the pictures associated with a post or page.