Squid is sick. His breathing now sounds like a damp Darth Vader and his crying has deteriorated into broken-pennywhistle creaks. Poor poppet. Murphy's law of baby sickness decrees that the plague always strikes when your partner is out of town or in a work crisis. We are taking lots of mini-hikes and excursions to keep me from going batshit. I think Squid also gets bored if we stay home, but Himself says I am projecting, which is also distinctly possible.
At least I have not yet come down with the crud myself, though I feel that it is probably a matter of time, as he is very generous with his snot. Babies are gross. Awesome, but gross.
At least I have not yet come down with the crud myself, though I feel that it is probably a matter of time, as he is very generous with his snot. Babies are gross. Awesome, but gross.
posted by The Stute Fish at 22:16
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You may not be projecting - Ada gets a little antsy if we don't get out at all. She's currently anti-transition, so leaving the house is hard, but it is usually worth it for both of us.
Yeah, it's library or bust this afternoon, post-nap - he's been into EVERYTHING and he was up a lot last night so neither of us got a lot of sleep and it just seems best for everyone if we get out and focus on something other than each other for a while!
Babies are leaky and gooey everywhere, and often sticky too.
Small children are spredders of plague and as two doctors I know have put it children are petri dishes.
--Anonemuus
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