Dylan has Croup. And Elissa is in Amsterdam. Which means fun times for me! I am a sick person, and love it when my babies get sick. Because they stay still, and let me snuggle them. But it also means that Dylan gets to sleep with me. And he hits. And kicks. And coughs. And breaths. Loudly. So really it means that Dylan sleeps and I hope he will stay still and be quiet. And then when he gets still and quiet and I poke him to make him move, and to hear him breath. It's a vicious cycle.
If you get sick in our house, this is how your day goes.
You get juice anytime. In a cool new cup your
nanny bought you.
You get to watch Little Bear more than just after nap
time. (because
your nanny needs a early nap)
You get woken up many times throughout the night and
have to sit in the bathroom. Which your nanny LOVES. Not.
You have to sit alone while your nanny tries to blind you while
taking pictures of you in the dark.
And yes. You get to wear your jammies all day/night long. And so
does your nanny. Cuz that's how we roll.
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