I haven't seen my baby nieces since before surgery. I was missing them a lot. I'd been in touch with their mother. She was concerned that they might hurt me somehow. I assured her that if they bumped the incision it might cause pain for a while, but it would not do any damage. Still, she was cautious. When she mentioned that the nearly 3 year old was asking for me, I could hardly wait to see her.
We happened to arrive at the same time so we met in the parking lot. 65MD expected tears from both me and the toddler but we managed to keep it together. I had taken my walker since I knew there would be lots of little ones around and thought it would be safer. My little one decided she'd like a ride to the door. Of course, I accommodated her and she rode on the walker to the door.
When we got into the auditorium, she was to sit with her class until after her performance. Then she could come sit with family. She decided to forgo the performance and just sit with me. Oopsie. If I'd realized that, I would have made myself scarce until her class had sung. Who knew?
My sister sat with her and her classmates until performance time. Then she had to carry her to the stage and put her on the stage. She would not sing, nor would she wear her cute little turkey headdress. In fact, standing there was too much for her. She sat down and waited as patiently as she could for everyone else to finish. Then she made a beeline for the family.
After the last class performed, we all had dinner together. My niece insisted on sitting next to me. I had gotten a brownie for dessert. Her dad had filled her plate and did not get her any dessert. As we were eating, I noticed that she pulled the brownie over in front of her. We all did. She wasn't trying to be sneaky. She just wanted the brownie. Her dad told her it was mine and to give it back. I said that was OK. She could have it and I would get another one.
It was actually a pretty large serving and I thought we might share it. Nope. That child ate the whole thing. It must have been good too because she wanted another one. I wanted one too, or at least a bite or two. We went to the dessert table and there were no more brownies like those. She opted for a mini pumpkin cupcake with cream cheese swirl on the top. I got a cherry danish that looked good.
When we got back to the table. She wanted both. I took one bite of the danish and didn't even want to swallow. It was not good at all. I gladly gave it to her. She only wanted one bite too. We also shared the cream cheese swirl on the cupcake. Neither one of us wanted the cupcake only the cream cheese part. Her dad thought she'd had plenty of dessert at this point. As did I, but she disagreed so back to the dessert table we went.
There were still no brownies, but there was some chocolate bundt type cake there. She picked up a slice and took a bite. It wasn't what she wanted so she put it back and picked up another slice and did the same thing before I could get to her. Our minister was standing there watching and laughing. He said it was the best thing he'd seen all week. Truth be told, I thought it was pretty funny too. Of course, I had to tell her that we couldn't do that here. I grabbed the 'tasted' slices of cake and tossed them in the trash. She continued to look at the desserts but could not find one to her satisfaction.
I realized then, that she was looking for another brownie. They were gone. She tried a chocolate chip cookie and a couple of mini pecan pie tarts before giving up. Her grandfather finished those off for her, along with the cherry thing and the pumpkin cupcake!
All in all, it was a wonderful evening. We got to be together and she saved me from the brownie. Instead, I just had a few bites of dessert and that was enough. Oddly, my weight was down this morning. I am finally just 1.8 pounds over pre-op weight.