We're sick. Mama Bee came home with her allergies flaring up which precipitated an alarming reaction amongst the rest of the household. Namely; Acute viral nasopharyngitis otherwise known as the common cold. *queue dramatic music sting*
We're all suffering but Mama Bee most of all as she has to put up with the whining, sniffling, woe-is-me melodrama that a sick baby brings AND a sick baby. Yes, I, Big Daddy, am amongst the worst offenders when it comes to being forlornly sick. I don't know if its just that I feel it more acutely than others or if I'm just a big wussy. Headaches, congestion, sore throat, coughing fits, sinus pressure...it sucks.
The Chunky Monkey is nearly four months old now and already her personality is beginning to develop. She has a very sunny disposition and is very curious. She's starting to mimic (facial expressions, sounds, et al) and she LOVES to watch the ceiling fan go. I don't know why, but she is enamored with it.
Snickerdoodle started 2nd grade and she already despises homework. Drags her feet, makes a show, drags it on and on and on. But that girl is whipcrack smart when she puts her mind to it. She just needs focus. I guess that's a lot for a 7 year old, eh? Letting her have a childhood is ok, I guess.
We're still trying to raise more capital. Mama Bee went back to her job, I'm working two and looking for a third, and poor Chunky Monkey is stuck going to a daycare. *sigh* None of us like the idea but *shrug* Whatchagonnado?
Recommended reading: The Art of Driving in the Rain by Grahm Stein. It's good. Find it.
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