insights

This was the second day I've ever stayed home with a sick baby. The first time, she wasn't that sick and it was more curiosity that made me do it. This time I learned that it ain't fun. She felt fine in the middle of the day, but still had trouble sleeping and was kind of hyper. I was anything but hyper! This evening we both started feeling worse. I feel wrung out.

E stood on her own for about 1 second. She knows how to break out of her living room "play pen" - pushes herself against the box until it moves, squeezes past, goes straight for the cat food. She loves scattering it, has tasted it but apparently it's nothing like Cheerios. She splashes in the cats' water bowl and tries to pick it up to drink out of it.

Every time I wipe her nose with tissue, she eats some of the tissue.

I'm not sure if I'm imagining it, but lately she seems to recognize two words when I say them: "milk" and "Kaylee".