An indignant SteelyKid says "What do you mean I can't go to day care? I'm perfectly healthy!"
She is, indeed, doing much better. Last night, I wasn't sure you'd get any Baby Blogging at all, because snot and fever don't make for a photogenic baby. She's waddling around in more or less her usual state at the moment, though, and has decided that if she can't go to day care, she'll climb into my lap and learn about photography:
This makes me feel significantly less guilty about leaving town this afternoon. Not guilt-free, mind, but significantly less guilty.
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She just bought two pairs of new shoes.
Yesterday was the funeral for my great-aunt Mildred, known within the family as "Auntie" (first syllable "ont" not "ant"), who fell and bumped her head last Friday, and just never woke up.
I'd like you to meet a friend of mine. Her name is Suzette. She's a very nice girl. She likes to talk - something, it turns out, she's very good at.
Today, I had to take care of some cats for a vacationing NYCer, so this meant that I had to brave the snow, slush and Lake Erie-sized mud-puddles in the process.
Oh, dear. That second picture just makes me want to eat up those chubby cheeks and limpid eyes. Utterly adorable.