In other "amusing things my kids have said" news, yesterday, Vivi was the first to wake up. Which happens NEVER, so April Fools? She came downstairs, found me on the couch clutching a tissue and looking all miserable, and said "mommy, are you still sick?" I told her I was. "And Anderson? And baby Mabel?" Yes, and yes. "Oh, my, this is just TERRIBLE."
And terrible, it kind of was. My throat hurt, I couldn't breathe. Anderson was coughing so hard he cried. Mabel ran a fever and had goopy eyes and wouldn't permit me to remove her from my hip, EVER. She threw up on me every time I attempted a full feeding. Did I mention it was my birthday? My crabby, feverish, all stuffed up and wearing pajamas covered in barf birthday? Where my baby looked like this?
|okay, i actually took that one this morning.|
but it's a pretty accurate depiction of yesterday, too.