Stuck inside, all of us sick together ~ October 15th, 2013

Pretty sure we're recovering from the flu. I'm glad, for once, that I got a flu shot though since I haven't been as sick as Jamie or Nora but I'm exhausted as it is as I enter the third trimester. Then again, I'm the mom so I'm suppose to magically cure everything. It's a daunting, albeit heart swelling, feeling of love and responsibility. How can I recover and keep our child from going stir crazy? So we've been trying to entertain Nora in an effort to appease her in our self-enforced quarantine.

 

So we busted out the butterfly wings I was saving for an emergency backup Halloween costume since our fashionista can be a bit fickle. They now are cause for flights around the house and terrorizing the cats that we view as a win-win, exercise for her and punishment for them.

Then a magical thing happened this morning, our wonderful friend, Nicole. She offered to come get Nora and have her hang out with Evie, her daughter and Nora's best friend. I wanted to cry but I was too busy stuffing belongings in a butterfly backpack and Nora had her outfit selected and on in less than 10 minutes.

 

We gave her my 10+ year old laptop to play on and she is obsessed with trying to type her name and understanding the mystery of the screensaver. She shouts with awe and wonder when it appears, "Mom, Dad, look!"  Then proceeds to wildly tap on several keys at once like a deranged piano player or your worst nightmare of a cubicle neighbor. She becomes frustrated, blows her bangs out of the way, and shrugs in temporary defeat. The screensaver is gone. This marks the moment for a dance break.

When all else fails, call in your complaints to friends on your imaginary phone.

 

She's also captivated with an old pillowcase that she found in the charity box that she's fashioned into a cape, a swaddling blanket for her "brudda' doll", a snuggie for herself, and a self-imposed straight jacket (I think that one is a mistake) that have kept her busy at moments. The cats were unwilling to let her dress them though.

 

Nicole, we love you.

 

Time for more Tylenol, some Christmas movies (starting with Die Hard), and a big box of Kleenex...or sleep. Hmmm, sleep.