Uncle Brian playing peek-a-boo with the feverish baby and getting her to smile.
Today is no better. Poor little thing--tears, red stuffy nose, sore gums.
Blogging can be cathartic. Kari and Joel (who also have colds) were both awake at 5:30am this morning, and it's been a rough one. I'm gaining perspective with every word I type, though. Naptime is helping, too. Just please nobody come to my house today. It's not a pretty sight!
2 comments:
It's strangely difficult, is it not, to sooth a baby that otherwise needs no soothing. I remember when teeth came for Weston. He was miserable and it occurred to me that he was such a good baby that i had never needed to learn how to help him get over a difficulty.
So true!
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