Hostess with the Mostess

So we survived our first playdate at our house. We hosted the first annual playgroup Mardi Gras party. It was fun- the kids made masks and we ate food and corralled kids for a couple of hours. V was slightly confused about all the kiddos playing in her house with her toys, but she made her peace quickly and had a grand time. She LOVES mardi gras beads and her Bobbie sent her and her little sister some new ones for this year's festivities. Of course, V commandeered both pair and promptly tangled them up together. She played hard and ate at her little table with her friends. She is now, 4 hours later, passed out in her crib. She now sleeps on a pillow like an adult and uses a bigger blanket. I'm afraid our days in the crib will soon come to an end, as a sad signal that she's starting to become a kid instead of a baby or toddler. It's funny which things make us sad and we dread and which we embrace fully with so much joy, because we've been waiting for them. I was sad with V's first haircut, but looking back I should be glad she finally had enough hair to cut at all. Little C, quite obviously, will not have this same problem. She is quite a sickly little girl, and anyone who talks to me on a regular basis knows I'm getting frustrated with the medical care she's receiving. Now, I know I could take her to another ped, but it's just hard to diagnose something when you can't ask the patient how they feel or what exactly her choking fits feel like. I'm sure she would tell us they hurt and are terrifying, and I'm pretty sure she'd say she's having trouble breathing at least 50% of the time. I have an appt. with a specialist, but likely will hear the same things I've already heard. I just want to get it fixed, whatever it is. She's not really gaining weight, but she is the sweetest little baby! On a lighter note, I have a new niece! I guess we're good breeders in my family, although we now have 4 girls in just over 2 years (2 years and 4 days to be exact). It's okay though- they're what we know. My poor dad though- he has to want a grandson at some point. He's always been such a sport about it, but I'm pretty sure he wouldn't mind a grandson to jet ski or play ice hockey on a frozen pond with. We'll see what happens. Give me a couple of years....