Well, the little girl is well on her way to a full recovery, having thoughtfully handed off her cold to me and Dave. Just in time for Mother's Day--as I recall, last year I had a migraine. Is this day just doomed? Tell me now, because I get my hopes up every year, and if it's some kind of eternally ill-fated day, then I'd just like to know that in advance.
Dave gave me an early Mother's Day present last night--I got to take Nyquil and sleep until 8am! Which meant he had to take the still-slightly-sick baby shift all by himself, and while I don't think she woke up, I was on Nyquil so I can't be sure, and anyway that meant he couldn't take Nyquil (although, just so everyone doesn't think I'm a selfish, horrible wife, I did the same for him the night before. Except I apparently accidentally woke him up at 5am.)
Anyway. Willow is back to too-short naps, scarfing down one meal and then tossing the next on the floor in favor of string cheese and cheerios for dinner, and refusing to be taken out of the swing after forty-five minutes of pushing her while squinting into direct sunlight (because we wouldn't want the sun to be in her eyes, now would we). Suffice it to say, she is back, and fine, and thank you all for your kind words, and as soon as I can breathe through my nose without chemical assistance I'm sure I'll have more interesting, less snot-filled stories for you.
Dave gave me an early Mother's Day present last night--I got to take Nyquil and sleep until 8am! Which meant he had to take the still-slightly-sick baby shift all by himself, and while I don't think she woke up, I was on Nyquil so I can't be sure, and anyway that meant he couldn't take Nyquil (although, just so everyone doesn't think I'm a selfish, horrible wife, I did the same for him the night before. Except I apparently accidentally woke him up at 5am.)
Anyway. Willow is back to too-short naps, scarfing down one meal and then tossing the next on the floor in favor of string cheese and cheerios for dinner, and refusing to be taken out of the swing after forty-five minutes of pushing her while squinting into direct sunlight (because we wouldn't want the sun to be in her eyes, now would we). Suffice it to say, she is back, and fine, and thank you all for your kind words, and as soon as I can breathe through my nose without chemical assistance I'm sure I'll have more interesting, less snot-filled stories for you.
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