7. Years. Old.
10 years ago
A blog for Ellie, Gabe, and Mira's family and friends who live too far away to come over for dinner. We hope to post at least once a week. Yell at us if we're slacking.
We knew Ellie wasn't at her best on Sunday, and chalked it up to teething and traveling. But by the time we got home Sunday night she was officially sick. Fever, crying, not eating, not sleeping, the whole enchilada. A doctor's visit on Monday brought a diagnosis of Mouth/Hand/Foot Disease, which essentially means she's miserable for a week and then will be better. But for that week she is contagious, and distraught, and can't be in daycare. Poor Monkey...She's so unhappy and uncomfortable and I hate that I can't snap my fingers and make her all better.
I love carousels, I really do, and who hasn't fantasized about their carousel horse coming to life and taking off across fields and meadows a la Mary Poppins? But after a lifetime of Lost Boys, Something Wicked This Way Comes, and Strangers On A Train, I can't help being a bit creeped out by them too. Creeped out in an enjoyable way, I guess, but backwards time machines, vampire hangouts, and murderous runaways have definitely tinged their innocence.