Fever all through the night.
Fever!
Alright - so now Special K feels like crap. Cold and clammy and crabby. Finally fell asleep in my arms after getting Tylenol and slept for 2+ hours. Thankfully Thing One is at preschool and Thing Two is also having a nap of the century in his bed for me to have held her for that long. My back kills though. Good snuggle time (forget about the dishes on the counter, the laundry, etc.). When she's a teenager, I will have the last laugh when she says she hates me, simply because of all of the good snuggles I will have had with her in her first year of life. HA!
Sad Thing Two just awoke from his nap... crabby.
I don't like you.
I don't like K.
I started the antibiotics with him because he is so out of sorts. Both Mark and I are wondering - who stole Thing Two and left this monster. He truly has had a difficult week with feeling sick and not sleeping well... worse than ever, as heard by us in:
Read me a book. I don't like books.
You be this guy. I want that guy.
I want juice. I don't like juice. Gross.
I want cereal. I want Loops. I want Cheerios. I want Fruity Dino Bites. I don't like cereal. (after ALL of the above have been poured into bowls)
Lay with me Maba. I don't like you with me. (as I leave, I want you MABA!)
Don't kiss me. Don't hold me.
Rub my back. I don't like my back rubbed.
Poor kid.
And on and on and on.
Schizophrenia in my 2 year old.
Well, not really, but it seriously torks (is that a word?) out one's brain and logic.
And is FWUSTWATING!!!
So I started this post in the afternoon and am finishing it at 9 at night. Boys in bed, K in bed, Mark in bed. Me... looking at lots of things to do but wanting bed.
But before I go - I must post a short video of Special K squawking and gargling.
So sweet. More to come...
