The girl has been sick... really since last Friday but we hit critical mass the last couple of days, prompting a trip to urgent care because I suddenly became convinced she had RSV again and I wanted to use their pulse ox monitor. She doesn't - just a bad cold that turned into a sinus infection that requires mommy's full undivided snuggling.
And since she was on amoxicillin last month for the most mild case of strep EVER (way to contribute to the SuperBug!) we had to use something new which is apparently going to turn her poop red. Apologies, since I don't usually share poop stories but, oh my, the day care people's heads are going to explode. Not that she's going back till next week but still, I can't help giggle. Hi, I'm secretly an 8 year old boy.
She has been exceptionally miserable - really! - except she complied with Murphy's law and rallied during a conference call yesterday. I would have actually preferred the wailing when on the phone with my boss from home because of my sick, sick child. No, no, that's not her giggling on the background. Must be your imagination. I started plying her with fruit snacks and wandering into other rooms with the phone but then she thought we were playing tag and the giggling got louder. That was awesome.
She also rallied a bit on Wednesday for a quick game of catch. The big white one is Murphy (story pending), the middle dark one with the stumpy tail is Maude, and the little fluffy one in desperate need of grooming is Moose. "Dog" was the girls first ASL sign. It's a wonder why. Yesterday my son asked if me if it wasn't like having 5 children, with the dogs. HA!
...I just watched this again before posting & fine cinema it's not, but this is the only post I'm going to crank out this week & I just spent 4 whole paragraphs leading up to it. Also, Alison asked. First, turn down your volume! I absolutely cannot stand the way my voice sounds in these things - I.do.not.squeak.like.that! Second, she had refused to let me brush her hair all day (probably because her head hurt w/the sinus infection) so please ignore the urchin-esque tangled locks. And my yard - Murphy is responsible for the sad state of what was once grass. Ah, hell.... never mind. Here you go, rumpled messy us: