Now that DD #3 has started attending Day Care she brings home lots of interesting things. The word “Lolly” – pronounced “Loooolyyy!!!!!!” The wonderful ability to suck her thumb and pick her nose at the same time (before she had to choose either activity). The budding abilities of a food critic: “School eat better” – this tells me that I definitely have room for improvement in domestic arts. She talks more and faster and she is now willing to talk to strangers. We find out lots of information – “Mora (teacher) Mina not mean” – personally I am glad to hear that. Thank you Mora Mina. And then she has suddenly developed an art of comedienne. She balances a fork on her nose (OK, OK, so she needs a hand to keep it there) and tells me “Smile!” Would I dare not to? No way! She wraps her head in the towel, stands behind my chair and jumps out yelling Mommy and laughing uproariously. With all this fun and games there was one more thing she brought home – a cold. And, of course, she graciously shared it with DD #4.
That was how I became the Monkey’s Mommy. What is happening to me? How can I a Chicken have become Monkey’s Mommy? This is totally against biology!
At the ripe old age of 7 months my DD #4 has gotten her first cold.
She was running a fever yesterday. Today her temperature is normal but the poor thing is not feeling well. And she is holding on to me for dear life. With her tiny hands and feet! She is not willing to be separated from me by an inch. If I am lucky I can get her to play with my earphones next to me on my bed as long as we are touching each other. I get to keep one earphone half in my ear closest to the baby and she chews on the other one. A win-win situation! Any movement right or left is considered an attempt to escape and is punished by loud yell that stops only when I nurse her.
Of course, she tries to help me knit. She is a good baby after all. She has freed up some needles that has been just sitting in a sock and not doing anything interesting, and she loves playing with yarn.
Besides that I never know when she will demand to be held again so I am now knitting the simplest and the most boring thing I got – the Carnation Coat. It is finally getting some well deserved attention.