Popsicle, anyone?

Before we jump into popsicles, I have to ask my blogging support group to think positive thoughts and float a few prayers in our direction regarding Josie and daycare. She's decided that she doesn't really enjoy daycare. The previous session last week at daycare was too good to be true. This week, she knew what was up the moment Chris pulled into the daycare parking lot. We then paid for her unhappiness with fitful sleep and the return of night terrors. She will continue to have a few more practice sessions until the real-deal starts up the end of August.

Now onto the fun stuff...

One of Josie's first English words when we came home from China was "popsicle". She must ask for a popsicle at least ten times a day. That child would even eat a popsicle for breakfast if we let her (which we don't).

Her favorite popsicles are the ones that come inside a plastic sleeve, but she doesn't like to hold the sleeve unless it has a wash cloth around it. I'm not sure who started this habit...Daddy...but it's pretty darn funny.



By the way, prior to her open-heart surgery, her lips often turned blue due to oxygen issues. She recently had a blue popsicle (Mommy was at work at the time) and when I came home, I freaked out thinking she was having a heart problem. Whew. Gotta love that blue dye.


Have a good weekend, everyone. You might even enjoy a popsicle or two.