Big day today. Lots of testing and news to come. Stay tuned.
Aside from a sterilized playroom or maybe a balloon animal from a visiting clown, hospitals aren't much fun for kids. In between naps, it's been Baby Einstein, maybe a blip of Noggin TV, some renditions of "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star" and a couple bites of mashed potatoes. Jordan asked my mom to pick up some markers for Kyrie. Markers aren't something you'd usually want a 17-month-old to have, but sedation, wounds, stress and vomiting can take a lot out of a little person (anyone for that matter). So much energy and strength has been drained from Kyrie that this typically vibrant, and sometimes ornery, tiny girl doesn't have the strength to make a crayon work. It takes a wee bit of pressure to get the colored wax to leave a mark. We just don't have that wee bit today.
So markers it is for now. Can't wait for the crayons to come back.
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