Dear Reese,
I pick you up when we get home this evening, and you look at me with a mischievous look in your eyes. You then take your binky out of your mouth and show it to my mouth as fast as you can. You erupt in laughter. And I do too. You were so proud of yourself for pranking me.
In the ongoing saga of ‘when will we ever be healthy?’ I’ve felt sick the last few days. Stomach pains. Nausea that ebbs and flows. Achyness. I thought it was the continuation of the cold as the last of the congestion finally breaks up, but Cappi comes down with the same thing this morning. All of these illnesses blend and feed each other. I even do a teledoc appointment, and they prescribe me anti-nausea medicine. I don’t think it’s helping much. Cappi thinks it’s some kind of influenza strain.
It makes me wonder if your fussiness this past weekend was teething or this. I start trying to teach you the sign language for hurt so you can tell me where it hurts in the future.
You are learning so fast now. While picking up your toys before bed, I point to the elephant figurine and ask you to grab it so I can’t put it away. You crawl to it and toss it backwards to me.
When you’re ready for bed this evening, you crawl off my lap after we’re done reading and go in front of your crib, ready to get in.
I feel you. We are both ready for a night’s sleep.
Love,
Mama