The label LIED!

Last night I made a big mistake.  I gave Molly some cold medicine that was supposed to cause drowsiness.  Um, not quite.  It was more like giving her a Big Gulp full of Coke.  It took her forever to fall asleep.  When she woke up about an hour later she was ready to part-ay.  

She asked to watch TV, have a snack, play games, you know - the stuff you are really not excited to do in the middle of the night.  Then she asked for a story about a hedgehog.  I wasn't in the mood for that but she said, "Pleasey cheesey with a cherry on top."  You wouldn't realize that would melt your anger unless you heard a post-tonsillectomy three-year old say that and then you're totally and completely a sucker for anything she wants.  

I told her a story, tucked her in, hopped back in my bed and then three seconds later I heard her back in my room asking for another story!  AHHHH!  I said, "Once upon a time there was a hedgehog who kept coming out of his bed and his mom was very upset."

"No." She said, "Not that one."

She didn't quite get the sarcasm.  

Roller skating in STYLE

At about 11:30 last night I said  to Scott, "I have three kids, I'm 36, it's almost the middle of the night and I'm at the roller rink in a prom dress."  Awesome

We were invited to an 80s roller skating party.  It was hilarious to see people in their high school grad shirts, old prom dresses, George Michael-esque windbreakers, etc.  Thanks to wearing more blush than I've worn since my Trojet days and to Stacey and her gorgeous dusty rose and gold dress, I fit right in.  

Woops.  I just noticed we forgot to peg Scott's pants.  

How embarrassing for him.  

Our friends Ryan and Alison looked too good to be making fun of the 80s.  Also, the shoes she bought to go with her outfit were so cute I didn't realize she was trying to be funny.  She got them at Target.  No wonder she looked so good.

Sorry I couldn't post the video of the roller-limbo contest.  

I'm sure you can guess how it was, you know, like totally awesome.

Rats

Molly is not feeling so hot.  All the good drugs the doctor gave her during her surgery have worn off.  Rats.  It's amazing to see how well the medicine works.  30 minutes after she takes it she's up and playing. A few hours later she starts to wilt.  

This photo is an example of Molly wilting.  

And this photo is a post-medicine one!  She was feeling good enough to se up an office in the living room.  Can you find her extra water bottle stored in her "desk"?  Can you see a sister wearing underpants on the outside of her clothes? 

It's cookie time!

Who can say no to this face?  

Only 924 more boxes to go until she earns the ipod.  

Tonsil update:  Molly was not feeling so hot today.  She wasn't complaining that her throat hurt but said she was "out of energy."  At 6 pm she was begging to be put to bed.  I am considering surgery for the other two if this new development is somewhat long-term.

Wow, that was easy.

We got to the surgery center at 7.  Surgery started at 8.  Molly woke up at 9:15 and we were out the door at 10.  By 11 she was asking for chocolate milk and macaroni.  Now she's sitting here waiting for me to finish typing so she can play a video game.  I think she's healed.  

Last photo with the tonsils.  She's not being sassy, she's trying to give me an action shot of the bad boys while they were still around.

First shot of Molly without tonsils.  Heidi was jealous that Molly had a "nest" and she didn't so I had to make Heidi one too.  Emily didn't want a nest, but she did want a sippy cup full of chocolate milk.  Hey, that sounds pretty good to me right about now.  

Say goodbye to THESE!

Tomorrow morning Molly's tonsils are going to the great big rubbish bin (or toxic waste area) in the sky.  Good riddance. We will not miss them.  Instead we will concentrate our energies on loving how healthy cute Molly will be from now on.  

PS - 50 points for anyone who correctly identifies the TV show the title quote comes from.