Surviving on popsicles

Well, I survived the tonsillectomy. It really hasn't been too bad so far. The pain medicine really works - too bad it keeps me up all night. Plus, I've always had a fairly high tolerance for pain, which comes in handy. Elizabeth has also learned a new word: POPSICLE! She's really good at sucking all the "juice" out, then leaving the ice for me to eat.



She's been very sweet. She keeps kissing my throat to make it "all better."

Here's a picture of her accessories from this morning:



She's our little fashion queen!