You know what bites? Having a cold, and then having pink eye – along with your goopy-eyed daughter – and then having another
cold and having that second cold be the cold. from. Hell. Seriously. I was so sick on January 2 that The Man had to stay home from work (also, he hadn’t gotten much sleep since I was too sick to be in the same room with Peanut – my coughing would have kept her awake – and since she generally falls asleep while nursing, it made for a loooong night for The Man, trying to soothe a baby who just wanted a boob). It has been a wretched five days, and now The Man is sick, too, and had to stay home again today. Blegh.
What I don’t understand is why I always lose my voice when I’m sick. It only started a few years ago – really, when my singing started to really pick up – but now, I end up mute every time I have a bad cold. It’s quite frustrating. I now sound like I’ve been smoking non-stop for the past 20 years. It’s interesting. I must be feeling better, though: I just drank a beer. Mmmm….
Due to my incredibly sicklyness, I have not taken pictures of the tunic I knit myself. I’m not taking pictures of myself looking this shabby and then posting them on the interweb. You can’t make me!
New Year’s Day was a second Christmas for us with my mum, sister and BIL, mum’s BF and his son. It was quite delightful. Peanut now has more clothes than she has ever had before! My mum found an outlet store, and this being her first grandchild and the sale prices being quite cherry, went to town. I’m almost overwhelmed when I go to get her dressed: there’s so much cuteness for her to wear, how will I choose? It’s pretty fantastic, and I love that I don’t have to think about buying her much of anything for the next bunch of months. Everybody wins.
I also forgot to mention an additional arrival Peanut received on Christmas Day: teeth! Mum – or Gran as she is known to Peanut – was holding her, and Peanut did her usual trick of grabbing an adult finger and pulling it into her mouth to gnaw on. Mum looked at me and said, “There’s a tooth there!” The right incisor had just barely cut the gum – only just visible as a little white line – but it was definitely there. She must have cut it that day. The corners of the left incisor were starting to peek out a little, too. As of today, she has two small teeth, though they still aren’t all the way out. Hurts like anything when she decides to rake them along a nipple when she’s done feeding. Yikes!
And because I’m a total fail on the pictures of finished knit projects, and my last post was a downer and picture-less, here’s a picture of Peanut from way back in the summer. Because I can, you know?