We woke up nice and early this morning, as she likes to do every Saturday morning. Only this morning, she was being very sweet and easy-going. Sat in her high chair and dutifully ate her bananas and Cheerios and drank her milk. No screaming fits, no throwing the bottle onto the floor, nothing.
Tired morning eyes.
I watched her and thought to myself, "Wow, you are so much easier to parent when you aren't (a) teething, (b) experiencing horrific diapers and consequential diaper rashes, or (c) puking all over the place." Poor baby has had a difficult time these last few weeks.
We had an especially rough go of it last week. Sophie got very ill on Sunday afternoon, so Steven stayed home with her on Monday. Turns out she had a 24 hour tummy bug, but it was mighty unpleasant. Even worse, Steven and I both simultaneously came down with it on Wednesday. It was really awful, and I would be okay with never experiencing that, ever again.
But here we are and its been a good three days since all of that, and I think we are all recovered. (Please, Jesus.)
Its looking rather chilly outside these days - there's frost on the ground here in the mornings. We've had to bundle up more, which has been a fun change of pace (at least for now).
I think we are just planning to take it easy today. Do some laundry, rest, keep recovering. Sound good, Soph?
Sure mom, whatever. Hey, can I open this drawer?