This weekend, Susanna was hit hard with a nasty cold, and since Derek was gone and I was fighting it myself, I just gave up on parenting for a day in there. The kids watched tons of TV, we ate mac and cheese and tons of fruit, and I priced tickets for my mom to come out next time Derek leaves. (Yeah, wishful thinking.)
Besides sleeping 18 hours on Sunday and living on pretzels and yogurt, Susie has insisted on wearing her toot-toot day and night. Fortunately, she’s more sensible than her big sister, and she realizes that if she’s going to wear her tutu to bed, she’ll have to have pjs underneath. Her first words every morning have been, “Poopy diaper! Toot-toot pretty! Morning.”
This tutu has got to be washed, but I’m waiting to fight that battle until Derek’s around to back me up!
LOL! Well, she certainly has a will of her own!
On a different note, I have a conspiracy theory that our children save–up sickness for when they know Dad is gone. 🙂