On my lap sits the Drama Princess (yeah, we're not supposed to label our kids, but who doesn't??) while her brother the Sleepmaster snoozes in his crib. She is doc bound today after two days with 101.7+ temps, mainly hovering 102.4. Poor baby doesn't feel good at all. In her defense, she has maintained a fairly good temprament despite having the booger sucker stuffed up her nose every hour and the friendly "tail-mometer" inserted several times per day, neither of which she adores. Don't think it's teething as the eyes are runny, nose is snotty, sleep is non-existent, cough is frequent, and she has that persistant "Mommy, I feel like crap" whiny cry. Sweet little sickly thing.
On a funny-to-me-probably-not-to-anyone-else note, I finished reading Twinspirations last night (thanks SN) and was reminded by the author of the importance of documenting the funny little things that happen. Yesterday morning I took Abigail and George into our bed to snuggle with Daddy, and Abigail promptly rolled over and began trying to pick up the pinecones that are printed on our flannel sheets. Hilarious! The look on her face was one of determination and confusion!
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