For once the lack of blog posting is not due to graduate school being hard. Nora’s been fairly ill since Wednesday night when she produced irrefutable evidence of her first, shall we say, malady of the tummy. This we nursed delicately through Thursday and, thinking her recovered, wrapped up in a snowsuit and trundled off to baby school on Friday.
Her malady reasserted itself during lunch at baby school and several times thereafter back at the purple house. Jen and I then paid Nora the tremendous disservice of raining on her glorious “first malady of the tummy” parade by demonstrating that we too could, even at our relatively advanced ages, still pick up a new trick or two from the toddler set.
Saturday morning found us all (once again) at the ignoble Saturday morning clinic where we had the enormous good fortune of seeing our very own pediatrician. Apparently this is a particularly nasty bug this year, it tends to linger, keep up the fluids, etc., etc..
Apart from Nora coming down with a nasty, nasty head cold, Sunday passed rather uneventfully. Far too uneventfully, actually, as our normally boisterous bean has become lethargic and clingy. Her eyes are dim, her shoulders are sloped, her expression is hang-dog. She wouldn’t knock over her buckets, wouldn’t move her wagon, had no interest in my cell phone, left a water glass unspilled on the living room floor, and cried in the bath*.
Jen graciously let me sleep Saturday night (while she got up hourly with our distressed toddler) and my health is consequently more fully returned. This leaves Jen and Nora home sick together and me homesick at work.
Did I mention that Nora has just erupted two new molars and appears to be working on a lateral incisor?
We’re renaming her Job.
* this was entirely my fault. I thought she’d find it hilarious if I put on my bathing suit and climbed in the bath with her. She was quite reasonably horrified by this, however, and, in retrospect, who wouldn’t be?