Sweet Jane was not just along for the ride after all. She was busy getting the eye infection too, so now those big beautiful eyes are all crusty. Add to that her crazy morning wake-up hair, and you've got one very unhappy little girl.
Still, the doctor gave us extra drops, so she should be right as rain in a day or two. Poor thing.
We had almost no snow this winter, and there were only a few cold streaks that I can think of, but this has definitely been the sickest winter for our family. I can't wait for some warmer weather so we can just open the windows of the house and get some fresh air circulating. It feels silly to complain about winter when it really never arrived [we might as well have left the tags on the kids' snowsuits for all the use they saw], but I'm really ready for spring.
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- dada
- Call me dada. This has, in the few months since my son started "talking," become my name. I'm sure (at least I hope) it will eventually morph into something less early 20th century art movementy --- but I am marked forever as dada. And this is a good thing. I have no real advice to offer, other than always carry Cheerios and extra onesies, and I don't really have a lot of 'wacky' adventures to regale you with. Truth be told, this is as much for me as it is for you. So, uh, thanks for stopping by. I hope it's at least an interesting time-killer. And if not, consider this an ironic exercise in skewering the bourgeouis notions of 21st century American parenthood by deconstructing the materialist ethos that has turned childhood into a demographic and rendered adults simultaneous enablers and slaves. Or something.
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