She hardly ate a thing all day. She was cranky. We thought she needed a longer nap–it didn’t work. Once Brandon, Stephanie, and Matt came over for dinner she perked up. Running around. Showing off all of her clothes–bringing them into the living room one at a time. She danced around as Matt and Chris played the guitar and djembe. She let Brandon chase her around and squealed as she tackled a blanket just as he was about to “get her” every time. If she could talk, she would have probably said, “Mom, I don’t feel so good” as she walked toward me and chucked. Out of her nose and mouth. Right into my lap/plate/shirt/arm….she got some on her too. It just kept coming. Tears were coming out of her eyes. Chris almost lost it, too. I felt sad for my little girl–I guess that’s Mommyhood for ya.
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Don’t worry, she seems to be doing just fine now. After I showered, she bathed and went straight to sleep.