but there's also the first illness, the first time being teased, the first heartbreak.
my poor little is sick, for the first time, and while i feel lucky we went nine months without any illness... it doesn't make this one any easier. my vivacious and active baby has turned into a limp little ragdoll. and there is nothing i can do besides almost constant nursing and cuddles and advil every six hours. last night we slept on the couch together since it's cooler downstairs, her little inferno of a body curled into mine. and while i would do anything to take her illness for her, this has almost been a trip down memory lane to that tiny newborn who i did nothing for but constant nursing and cuddles. here's hoping we will be back up and running by the weekend.
in an unrelated note, this has been lacking some pics recently so... here you go!
we are heading into double digits next month! yikes!!!
her uncle calls this her "mad scientist" face, it happens all.the.time. and i LOVE it.
someone (me!) turned 26 the other day. baby was less than impressed with the singing and candles.
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