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Hey, guess what? We’re all sick again! Owen and I have fevers; Audrey’s is getting better, but a nasty congestion thing has taken over. Dane and Abigail are resisting. However. I feel like every third post all winter has been about how we’re sick (sandwiched between two complaints about laundry, of course), so I’m going to just mention something else before downing a pint of ice cream and calling it a night. So there.
Audrey has perfected the art of climbing kitchen chairs. Which wouldn’t be a problem if she were three, or if, you know, she could climb back down again. But as it is, it’s a bit of a problem. I ended up shutting all the chairs in a bedroom for half the day yesterday, and I kind of like to sit. Why must toddlers’ skills outpace their ability to be reasoned with? Why?
That’s all. Goodnight.
This is why my house always looked like some surreal kennel/maze combo. We had gates EVERYWHERE, so we could literally herd the boy from room to room and restrict access as necessary. Don’t you love it when you say “NO!” and they don’t even react? Or when they turn and laugh at how funny Mommy is as they charge toward danger? Hope everyone feels better soon!
Hope you’re all feeling better. Maybe you’re getting all the sick out of the way for the rest of the year?
One can only hope.
What Sari said. Please.