I woke up today at 4:30 AM with a tiny boy made out of uranium 235 in my bed. He was cooing and looking at the wall like he had penetrated it's surface with his eyes and was viewing the secret cartoons that were going on underneath. Temperature: 103.1. I got out the baby Tylenol and a cold washcloth and brought the temperature down. The funny thing is, he didn't even cry. I tried rocking him back to sleep, but as I was rocking and humming a lullabye, he started mimicking me and humming along. That's why we love him.
Now I am covered with baby vomit. As I was writing this, Ivo leaned over and delicately puked on my leg. This having a baby thing is getting funny, if you like that sort of humor.
1 comment:
baby is better! good! i love your descriptions too. the delicate puking and the secret cartoons underneath the wall. that kid is one tough cookie, just like his mommy. no fever can beat him, no virus can hold him back! HE IS SUPER IVO! and you are super mommy! glad he is better!
xoxoxo
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