I tried to take a picture of her booger-y face to garner sympathy, but she’s either smiling or eating the camera in every single picture. The only time she looks pathetic is at nap and bedtime, but I’m too busy alternating between sympathy and conviction that she’s NOT SLEEPING ON PURPOSE to take pictures of her.
Anyway, she’s not seriously sick. Just a boring cold. But when the ten month old has a boring cold, the grown-ups are AWAKE. Again. And again. And again.
And our days look like YAWN. grump. grump. grump. YAWN. grump. grump. grump. Coffee. Prayer. nice. nice. GRUMP. nice. grump. grump. grump. COFFEE. nice. nice.
Oh and in God’s great wisdom, she is also getting in her TWO FRONT TEETH. Not for Christmas. Just during her cold. The awesome.
You remember teething: JABBING BONES THROUGH SKIN for DAYS ON END.
I always thought E’s sleep issued were due to teething (which would have given him FIFTY TEETH by the time he was one years old) But N’s consistent wake ups every three hours from 7:00 p.m. to 7:00 a.m. actually ARE teething (and now cold) related! Hooray for being right! (And for being wrong with E. Because he’d be a SHARK.)
Our saving grace is AUNT K is in town!! And like any good baby and preschooler whisperer she is COMPLETELY unfazed by N’s cold. She is all up in the boogers while running laps with E. And she NEVER catches their illnesses even though she isn’t around any kids but mine. It’s her superpower.
We spent Friday in lock-down after N was up from 11:30 p.m. to 2:30 a.m. (The first time that she EVER did that to us. She’s a miracle baby. And yet still I complain. Hmmm…) I failed to meet my Twitter deadline, but I did brush my teeth around 1 p.m. (you are welcome, dinner guests). E, on the other hand, didn’t wear clothes for 24 hours straight. (I attempted multiple times but only succeeded in getting him to wear his underwear for the 30 seconds between pulling them up and having to pee. There is a naked gene in my side of the family. The only thing that we could get Aunt K to wear in her first five years was a plastic apron.)
And here I am, Sunday morning, in my pjs with unbrushed teeth watching Word World with my son who IS WEARING A SHIRT. We are procrastinating the grocery shopping and caffeine withdrawal. N is sleeping. S is obsessing over soccer and WEIRD TOE SHOES.
Life feels pretty normal.