Missing Kita

I hadn't really thought about her in a while until Saturday.

When we were taking out Christmas stockings Saturday, A spotted the extra one in the box for Kita (my beloved husky who I had for almost 14 years), I had put names on two little stockings for her and Cobi (my hubby's, now our dog) when we moved in together and it just stays in the bin as I don't have the heart to toss it. So A asks me whose stocking it is and I tell her. She asks where Kita is and I say "Doggie Heaven" thinking that would suffice. Nope. "What's Doggie Heaven?" *sigh* "Well, my doggie was very old and she got sick. And she died, so now she's in Doggie Heaven." "Oh."

Not another word was said about Kita until this afternoon after hubby picked A up from school. She fell asleep on the way home and when she woke up (in the driveway) she was SOBBING saying "I miss LilKita, I want to see her again. I really miss that dog." Over and Over. She was still sobbing when I got home about 15 minutes later. Totally blew me away walking in the door. And her daddy had no clue about the stocking conversation so he was even more shocked.

I told her that Kita would always be in our hearts and we could see her anytime we wanted by looking at pictures. I showed her a picture I have on a high shelf in the computer room. Next to the tin of her ashes (no, I didn't mention them). She was very weepy and we kept having to divert her attention. At one point I asked her if she talked about Kita at school, wondering if that stirred up some thoughts. She said No. You've got to wonder what is in those little minds...

Strange, sensitive child I have, huh?

We Survived Strep

Yup, we are no longer antibiotic virgins in this house, LOL.

Strep throat hit Thankgiving-ish. Of course it's so hard to tell with a three and a half year old. Especially one who's "never sick". (yep, I'm knocking wood hard on that one) One minute it's "My head hurts." Twenty minutes later, "My throat hurts." Two minutes later she's running around like a banshee with her cousins. The simple fact that she did not eat ONE BITE OF FOOD all day long should have told me something. But then Friday she acted fine. Didn't want to go to bed Saturday night; "I can't shut my brain off" but I attributed that to Mommy Has Friends Over and They're Drinking Wine and Eating Chinese. *sigh* By Sunday she was really being a pain in the butt but still not acting sick. Just whiney. I attributed THAT to the 5 day weekend. She was Definately going to school on Monday. We both needed it. So I thought. I got a call from school around nap time. The Brain Off switch wasn't working again and now things were spinning. Oh, and she says it feels like rocks in her throat. Oh, and did we mention strep is going around?? *groan*

Off to the Ped's we went. Temp was only 99-point-something. But one positive strep test later and we were off to fill the 10-day script and buy a big ole box of popsicles. Such is life with strep. Easy stuff, eh? Oh no, not in this house. I swear the first two or three or four doses of "the pink stuff" would require the use of restraints. How do they KNOW it tastes like shit right off the bat? Smart little buggers. Somewhere around day four or so she got the hang of taking it like a champ.

Here we are at Day 9 and I can safely say We Survived. Not something I want to revisit any time soon!