Babble

I took Lyla to the doctor this afternoon. As we suspected, Lyla has another ear infection. Or is it the same ear infection as before? The medical community is stumped.

It'll be easier when Lyla is old enough to describe her own symptoms. Her vocabulary is improving: now when I ask her what a silly baby says, she goes "Babble-abble-abble." It's just a matter of time before she's able to say things like, "My ear feels like Claudius poured poison into it."

So now she's on an antibiotic that tastes gross. The pharmacist said to put it in whatever food Lyla likes. I'm wondering how to inject the glop into those Lil' Crunchies that Gerber makes. If you've never tried them, you should. They're like sophisticated Cheetos.

I did manage to squirt the medicine directly into Lyla's mouth this evening. Given the look of horror on her face as she swallowed it, however, I think we'll ultimately be better off with some pudding or a jar of frosting or something.

The best part of the afternoon was picking up the prescription. On Target's main aisle leading to the pharmacy, Lyla and I walked hand in hand. She babbled the whole time.