Living with a sick baby is the pits. Currently there are Cheerios smashed up on the floor, animal crackers ground into the couch, a hodge-podge of toys are strewn across the living room floor, and sticky strawberry juice covers half of the counter top. We're in survival mode people.
Poor girl has had a high fever since Monday. It's been a couple long days and even longer nights. The only up side to this situation is she definitely doesn't mind just cuddling on the couch and helping me catch up on So You Think You Can Dance. (She especially loves any hip hip numbers). She also wants to wear socks all the time, which is not usual for her. Or, "sahs" as she calls them.
Tomorrow's forecast: lots of Motrin, apple juice, and hugs.