Drew and I are both sick right now. Really bad colds and horrid coughing. I’m hoping we will be over it before tomorrow night when my parents arrive.
Yesterday evening Daniel and I were planning on watching Chuck (please don’t tell me how it turned out!) but even though I had already tucked Drew in for the night he kept wiggling about (even while sick) and we could hear him shaking his entire crib. He stands at one and scrunches down a little and then slams his bottom into the side of the crib and says WHEEEE! So, we scooted upstairs to play with him so he could get some energy out. We thought we’d be back to watch Chuck before it started.
But playing with Drew turned into an all out FUN WAR. So, we missed Chuck. But the Fun War was wiggly! Drew hid in his closet and Daniel and I sat on the floor in the room repeatedly asking each other “Um, so where is DREW? Seriously, like, WHERE IS DREW?” And then suddenly Drew would swish the curtain in front of his closet aside and squeak out a little “peeeeek!”
At one point Daniel asked me, “so, is this what you do all day long? Just roughhouse on the floor and play and giggle?”
Um. Yes. Is that a problem?
Drew also likes to hide under his crib. I finally put the bed skirt on it and that has made it even more fun. He scoots underneath and plays with a few toys and then eventually pokes his head out from the bed skirt and shouts “BOOOOO!”
At one point last night, all three of us had our heads underneath his crib. It was really odd but funny. I’m sure Drew was a little freaked out. I mean, he can fit his entire self underneath the crib but Mommy and Daddy just had their HEADS floating there.
We finally crashed and went to sleep. I remember Daniel trying to say something to me before we went to bed but I went into I’m-a-zombie-leave-me-alone sleep mode where in three seconds I take all my clothes off, sometimes remember to put my pajamas on, and fall into my pillow with a “gooooooniiit dannnnnl.” I’m completely asleep within 5 seconds.
And then our roles are reversed in the morning.
I wake up and I feel happy and wiggly and OH IT IS TUESDAY HELLO TUESDAY! Daniel, meanwhile, is hiding underneath his pillow and it takes me forty-five minutes just to get him to open one eye.
Drew and I still seem to be feeling sickly this morning and now I’m second guessing whether I should rake leaves today. With this cold weather and potential snow sprinkles, I’m guessing my cold will not get better if I inhale cold air for awhile. But I really don’t want lumpy leaves underneath the snow. If we get some.
Meh. I feel so sick. So I may wait.
But I must away now because I have clothes to fold and a kitchen to sweep and a tiny little boy who is dashing about carrying two orange gourds and shouting “PUNKIN!” I don’t have the heart to tell him they aren’t pumpkins.