Spring is in the Air... and Something Else, Too!

Spring is in the air.

So is a lot of other junk that's just making me sick. Literally.

Spring = ALLERGIES = a whole lotta sneezing and coughing = BIG TIME FUN!

I used to be one of those people who enjoyed the beautiful flowers, bright sunshine and fresh green grass; they are the ENEMY now. Oh yes, the enemy. My ears are so plugged up I feel like I'm underwater. This annoys me. (But then again, it really helps when the kid concert breaks out in my living room - Jenna knows only one volume: LOUD, AMPLIFIED!)

Spring has not lost its magic for my girls yet, though, which is a good thing... I think. My youngest princess is in awe of the blooming beauty that surrounds her. So much in awe, in fact, that she wants to take a piece of it with her wherever she goes. She is the flower bandit, and she's quick! She doesn't discriminate, they're all hers for the taking as far as she's concerned. Flowers, flowers everywhere. She collected them all day as we ran errands, gave them names, assigned them families and kissed them until they withered - now I've got a bunch of dead weeds in the backseat of my brand new car to show for it. That and a coupla rocks she added in for good measure.

It wasn't so bad until we went to Olive Garden for lunch. She hit paydirt there. There's a big, big flower garden surrounding the entire building. Oh, Boy! Perfect for slyly snagging some greens as you're walking past - especially if you're two feet tall. Before I realized what she was doing, we were inside and she was showing off her "bood-e-full" flowers to the hostesses. Ummm...embarrassing!

Then tonight. She's sitting on the couch. I can't see her, but I can hear her. She's having a full-on conversation and I catch snippets.

"Go away, please. Please! Go away!" she says. Okay, goosebumps on my arms; at this point I'm having a Sixth-Sense moment.

I peer over the couch and notice her looking straight ahead and waving her hand frantically in front of her face while she keeps repeating the same things. As I'm standing there seriously wondering if my kid has an imaginary friend or a loose screw (!) or two, she sees me looking at her. She shrugs. I'm thinking all that pollen got to her brain. I wait, cuz I just know something brilliant is going to come out of her mouth.

"I got hiccups."

Huh?

What?

Hiccups? Does this mean my kid was shooing away her hiccups?! Well, turns out that's exactly what she was doing. So even though I'm kinda glad it wasn't an imaginary friend or a loose screw :) it's still kinda... well, weird. I can see it now: the bathroom door. A little voice behind it going "yes, that's it. you can do it! Come out, come out wherever you are!" HAHA! I mean, since when do kids talk to their bodily functions?! Well, mine does. But then again, she'll talk to anything.

After all, she was talking to her flowers all day :)