…and then my eldest spiked a 101 degree fever.
It’s not so much that I spent countless hours at her side, tending to her every need in her weakened state.
No, it’s that I spent most of the evening being yelled at by an irate two year old who honestly believes that if at first your request is refused, repeat your request in a slightly louder and more emphatic.
So yesterday I was a little too tired to post. This evening I’m slightly deaf. Tomorrow I’m going to try and free up some time from chores and post some more pictures.
Assuming of course that my daughter’s fever breaks overnight and I don’t spend the whole day trying to appease the unappeasable.
Just in place of all the cutesy information I’d otherwise put in a longer post:
- We’re home again. We came home Sunday afternoon.
- The elder and the younger are getting along like peas in a pod.
- The elder can’t seem to say the younger’s name, so refers to her little sister as “Baby Yummy.”
- We’re tired. Really really tired.
You know, there are adults in my life who seem to think if I say no, the correct thing to do is repeat the question in a louder and more emphatic voice.
At least your two-year old will grow out of it.