TWO

We were couched by a terrible cold this week. 

2015 week two.

All of my photos are blurry because V never holds still. :)

Her Christmas bike finally came in, and when she wasn't whining in response to her cold, she was whining as she was trying to figure out how to work it. But every morning she runs out of her room to say, "Good morning bike!" And every time we pass it, "Bye bike!" She loves it, even when she is kicking it over in frustration because she can't make it go. 

I wish I had caught this moment clearer. It is such a perfect little girl photo. "Mama shoe. Yep."

I made this little apron for her this week, and she christened it by "cooking" in the sink with bubbles and utensils. She was so happy here I could NOT get her to look at me or acknowledge me in any way. Other than the occasional waves of water on the floor, it was the perfect occupation while I made dinner.

And this was Veronica exactly one year ago today. I cannot even believe it. 

And in conclusion, Matt sees the weirdest things at his trade shows. Yarnia. 

                           

We both had really nasty colds all weekend. And I didn't take a single photo before then. We were busy cleaning and running errands I guess. I did make a few aprons and a new smock for her this week, and I know we went on a lot of walks, so clearly we were having too much fun to take photos.

But our nasty colds really knocked us out. V had a fever, we had horrible runny noses. It was the worst cold I ever had based on these two factors that I have never before encountered in conjunction with a cold: all of my teeth ached, and I blew my nose so much I got a bloody nose, TWICE! It was the first cold V has ever had, and that made me feel really grateful. In over a year and a half, she has not been sick once. Wow. Or if she was sick it was never this bad. Evidence to that: she took a random nap in the middle of the day, she sat on the couch and didn't move for 15 whole minutes, she let Matthew snuggle with her. It was like she was a different child. Also she wouldn't eat (strange) and she would not stop whining (not really as strange). We both seem to be in the clear though. Hopefully the waking up at 3am and pounding on her door screaming "A MORNING! MORNING!" is also in the clear...


Before we got sick we took a little trip to the fabric store to get some fabric for aprons and smocks. We passed by those machines that play a sample of various CD's that you can buy. I was looking at fabric and V was standing in the aisle watching the machine as it switched songs and suddenly she starts clapping and waving her arms and chanting "dance! dance! dance!" Apparently her jam is "It's Raining Men." :) I played it for her again later to make sure. Oh, she was sure.

In conclusion, sometimes life is meaninglessly gross. Like when you are pulling your toddler's pants up in a public restroom and the automatic toilet flushes from your movements tripping the sensor and it flings public toilet water directly into your open mouth.


the end.