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Ugh. Wednesday Dutch was home with pinkeye. Yesterday she was home with Severe Brattiness (actually because Granddad was visiting, but she sure was bratty). Today she's home because she barfed several times last night. She appears to be pretty much recovered now, and we've erased most of the barf evidence from the place, but I'm totally exhausted. Though not as exhausted as Cook, who did most of the barf cleanup all night and then got up at 6:45 to go to work. Or, probably, Granddad, who spent his 40-ish hours in town with The Brattiest Grandchild In History, patiently playing her princess games and then listening to her barf in the middle of the night.

At the moment, I'm actually NOT eager to get this baby out of my uterus. I have a lot of catching up on laundry and sleep to do before I'll feel even moderately ready to have a baby.
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Grandad said…
Indeed, things are starting to intensify at the SqeezingThoughts household. Grandad had a ball, and will cherish watching Dutch’s imagination, ingenuity, will-power, and sense of humor for the rest of his life. She runs, she laughs, she screams, she ‘wriggles on her belly like a reptile.’ But the most amazing thing of all, to these eyes, is the absolutely steadfast love you two give to her right through the deepest pitch of her tantrums. This is so very huge, and so very rare. In this case, hind-sight suggests that Dutch’s “brattiness” was most likely instigated by a bug that started in her eyes and ended in her belly. Haven’t heard the sound of projectile vomiting like that for a very long time, thank goodness. But you earned your rest, Mama and Papa. I hope you both get it. I am sorry I couldn’t stay long enough to give some to you. It all made me realize why parents don’t do so well when they are in their 50’s. Quite simply they lack the physical stamina.
April 13, 2009 at 2:08 PM
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