When the doctor checked her ear hole Saturday afternoon, she said something like "Oh yeah. It's bulging" so I pictured my poor babe with infected ear innards ballooning cartoonishly, throbbing and red. I grabbed my glasses, my phone, a sweater, and padded to her bedroom.
She stopped crying as soon as I walked in the door.
"Hi!" she said, bright eyed and chipper. Her forehead no longer hot and the snot spot beneath her nose curiously dry.
I set her in the rocking chair while fiddling about and she bucked her body forward and back.
"Rock. Rock. Rock."
"She's cool," I said to Chuck, crawling back into bed and sleeping eight-plus hours, waking only to hear the sounds of a Three Act contemporary comedy play starring someone named "Poppy" coming from her bedroom in the morning.
THINGS I WAS ASKED TO DRAW WITH A CRAYON
5. Cha-Cha (her name for herself)
THING I WAS ASKED TO MAKE WITH PLAY DOUGH
THING I WAS ASKED TO MAKE WITH CONSTRUCTION PAPER
I walked past the chocolate aisle at Walgreens in time to hear a customer ask an employee if it was ALL on sale. I didn't catch the reply, but spied the sad, sad sight of an elderly man purchasing a Valentine's Day stuffed bear.
The cashier pushed the day-old prize into a plastic bag.
Such an ignominious finale for a once-great gift.
It seemed like there was a Tweet in there somewhere -- I'm trying to think more Tweet-y lately -- but I failed to come up with anything.
I finished "Love Me Back."
We settled into the couch to watch a movie and The Girl let me snuggle with her while sharing a blanket. THIS HAS NEVER HAPPENED BEFORE AND EVERY MIGRAINE I HAD WHILE I WAS PREGNANT WAS WORTH IT! (It lasted until the part where Anna and Kristoff encounter the snow monster.)
The Girl and I performed the same choreography for a half hour. It involved her walking in a semi circle, then up the steps and then me helping her walk down the steps on the other side.
Lather. Rinse. Repeat.
Every single time she pointed at my phone and said "Phone" right before she walked down the steps.
She took the little plastic person she calls "Dada" and made him fly through the air while saying animatedly "SUPER GROVER."
She refused to go to sleep without covering my arm in a layer of snot.
Chuck and I ate guacamole and watched "Bones."
I admitted to him an eagerness to return to my daily obligation.