After four miserable nights of fever dreams and late-night wailing, The Princess looks to have kicked what ailed her. She slept from 8pm-6:30am and woke up ravenous. Shoveled diced pears down her throat like they were chocolate and is now at daycare where she will see what virus she's up for next. Anyway, some promised photos:
102 degrees and climbing on Monday morning...
Feeling better Mon. afternoon after 2 gallons of Motrin and enjoying a snack. Note the new outfit; first one covered with milk vomit.
She made a new spot for the Merrill family portrait; moved it from the glass two-tiered table to the foot of the stairs. She doesn't say "Da-Da" anymore when she looks at it, but she always points at Grandma instead. Actually tried to feed Grandma a cinnamon oatmeal cookie on Monday. Sorry, Mom, doesn't say "Grandma" yet. Does say about 25 other words though, which Carey has started writing down. I'll have her put the list in the blog tonight.
102 degrees and climbing on Monday morning...
Feeling better Mon. afternoon after 2 gallons of Motrin and enjoying a snack. Note the new outfit; first one covered with milk vomit.
She made a new spot for the Merrill family portrait; moved it from the glass two-tiered table to the foot of the stairs. She doesn't say "Da-Da" anymore when she looks at it, but she always points at Grandma instead. Actually tried to feed Grandma a cinnamon oatmeal cookie on Monday. Sorry, Mom, doesn't say "Grandma" yet. Does say about 25 other words though, which Carey has started writing down. I'll have her put the list in the blog tonight.
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