So Much For Mother's Intuition

(Could also be titled "And This Is Where My campaign For Mom Of The Year Comes To A Screeching Halt")

So, I said my baby was NOT sick - after all, she was running around the house like a banchi yesterday all day long (and by the way, what is a banchi? Oh, but I digress ...). Then, about 5 PM the running stopped. And it stopped abruptly, I might add! Sophie woke up from her nap and I was changing her diaper and taking care of her with all intentions of putting the girls in the tub afterward. H was behind the couch playing and all of a sudden it got real quiet. I went back there to check her and this is what I found:


And, of course, being the quality parent that I am I immediately (after verifying that she was, indeed, breathing and had a pulse) ran for the camera. Oh yeah, sign me up for that Mother Of The Year thing. I'm a shoe in!

Now, I believe I have mentioned - back in the days of the plague we endured in February - that Hattie ONLY naps when she is sick. Even with this nap, I can still count on one hand the times that she has napped in the last two years. She woke up with a fever. I had a meeting at church so Daddy took good care of her while I was gone. They watched the Tigger movie - TWICE and drank lots of juice and had lots of cuddle time. She would not eat dinner though, so when I got home around 9:30ish and she was still up I gave her some Tylenol with a cookie chaser, and put her to bed. Where she slept until 9:45 this morning. Still running a slight fever this morning, so more Tylenol - with a Skittle chaser - and more juice.

She refused to eat breakfast - maybe she's holding out for the cookie.

I don't know about you, but this mama don't like no sick babies. So, needless to say, I am not having fun and I am worried about my girl. And then there is Sophie. She was sick on Monday (well, started late Sunday), but is fine and dandy now. She is such a bouncer backer... OK, I might be stretchin' it a bit on that label, but ya know what I mean. She's a trooper that girl.

I have a few other things that I have been savin' up for a post, but now I need to cuddle a sick big girl and play with a well baby girl and love on em both and cherish every single moment. Even the "NOOOOOOOOO CARS! Want Tigger!" crying fit moments that come when a parent makes an apparantly WRONG choice of entertainment for a sick child.

Oh yeah, it was pretty.