I love my babies, I really do but being home with a sick kid makes me want to shove my head in the fucking oven! River slept poorly which means that so did I. She was awake and fussing for the better part of the night so I knew she'd wake up not feeling well because she usually sleeps like a rock.
The best thing to do when the kid(s) are sick is to hunker down in one room and watch DVDs or kids TV. We don't generally watch a lot of TV but Owen has a new Thomas and Friends DVD that he's ape shit for so we're watching that, for the third time. I can sing these songs in my sleep and I'd rather that wasn't something I could add to my resume but it's an occupational hazard. As it is I can sing all the Wiggles songs. River isn't old enough to love any DVDs yet but I'm sure I've got lots of that Princess crap in my future, which pains me. This shit is why I don't feel guilty about listening to the Twilight soundtracks in the car. I need Owen to be able to sing Bravery and Metric so that it balances this shit out! A little Death Cab For Cutie never hurt anyone.
With watery eyes, a runny nose and a head of hair full of snot. That's how she got out of her crib this morning. I was shocked at the amount of "liquid" this kid put out before I got her out of her crib! She was wrapped in a cocoon of snot! She was up way earlier than usual which didn't please me and I knew as soon as I got her up that the planned trip to the pool was off. She's been all over me all day, crawling up and down and wanting extra love, which I understand. She's playing "quietly" now with the fold out wooden dollhouse that my mom got her. She'd probably have more fun if I could keep Owen off the tiny bed and out of her way. He's got to be in everything!
The picture above is of her from yesterday, during happier and less snotty times.