thing two has been taking antihistamines daily for her eczema since she was about six months old. for the first several months, it was an epic struggle. i got very good at pining her between my legs and prying her mouth open, then squirting the syringe in not once, not twice, but three times. (i expect to pursue a career in calf roping after the children leave for college.)
with repetition it got easier, and by the time she was about 18 months old, she would pop open her mouth like a baby bird so i could pour the drugs in.
then she turned two and hit the big time – goodbye syringe, hello little dosing cup. she digs being in control, especially since we've introduced the concept of "bottoms up!"
"bottoms up!" she'll happily cheer before she tosses back her morning shot. and i do mean toss: she's learned how to knock it all back in one go. recently, she mastered the art of holding the cup in her teeth and doing her shot with no hands. her father and i are so proud. "she's all ready for college!" i said. "señor frog's, here she comes!"
next on the docket? daddy wants to teach her how to lick salt from her hand. we're ready to be fitted for our parents-of-the-year sashes any time now.
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