Tuesday, February 06, 2007

Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star

That's what she's singing right now. Intermittantly with ABC's. On me.

And so day two begins.

Another night spent on her floor. This time I got smart and brought up the extra crib mattress from the basement. Put it right next to her bed and remembered a blanket as well.

Last night she paid me back for all the love and attention by throwing up on me. Twice.

Half way through the night we changed her jammies because she was so hot.

Right after that she decided she needed to "snug" me (snuggle) and promptly crawled next to me on the crib mattress.

My husband came in this morning and woke me at 7:30.

I have sore muscles and joints I'd forgotten about.

Tonight - remember a pillow.

I must be a soft place to fall. The singing stopped. She's asleep.

These are the good old days.

4 comments:

Tree said...

Aaahhhh

So sweet! Except for the vomit part.

Maybe get a hot toddy for yourself?

Mitzi Green said...

i have not (knock wood) been puked on since bob got ear tubes and therefore got over his reflux at the age of one year. i'm not sure i could handle it without puking on him back. YOU ROCK!

abogada said...

This too shall pass, though that's hard to remember when you're the one getting puked on. Sorry to hear that it is hanging on so long. Hopefully, your night will be better tonight.

Schloobie said...

oh cripes, you poor thing! I can't believe you are still smiling!