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Fled work at 11:00am today to help Mim.
Susannah had a temperature, which turned into a fever, after a restless night and a morning where she didn't want to roll around on the floor as usual, but demanded to be held while she went to sleep in my arms. I came home to look after Abbi, because Susannah's temperature kept rising and Mim couldn't really deal with sick Susi and bored Abbi at the same time at the doctor's surgery. When I got home (an hour after leaving work), I found Mother-in-Law watching Abbi watching Play with me Sesame. This was a valiant effort on her part, because she spent most of last night with the joy of food poisoning (she considered calling an ambulance at times, but she passed out before she could do so. She feels much better now ... which is to say, she still feels wretched, but at least she can (carefully) eat and keep liquids down).
Susannah, it turns out, has tonsillitis. She is on Amoxicillin, and feeling very sorry for herself.
Abbi spent today being a frog, (hopping around and going "ribbit, ribbit") and this evening counting her dinner (instead of eating it... hrumph). Abbi has decided that she likes honey joys. Can't think why... that's not like her at all. Abbi's current favourite phrase is "Abbi's turn now!" When we were waiting in the pharmacy for Susi's prescription, Abbi sat on a chair in the makeup department, carefully investigating her own face in a mirror. When I caught sight of her, she had the most serious, determined expression on. She was keen to let us know that "Abbi in the red chair... Daddy in the white chair". She also carefully investigated the little hair samples on the hair dye display, despite every passer-by agreeing that her hair is wonderful as it is. Mim posits that this is prima facie evidence of Abbi's inherant and overpowering Girliness. I suspect much of this family's future will involve, in some way, the colour pink.
Susannah had a temperature, which turned into a fever, after a restless night and a morning where she didn't want to roll around on the floor as usual, but demanded to be held while she went to sleep in my arms. I came home to look after Abbi, because Susannah's temperature kept rising and Mim couldn't really deal with sick Susi and bored Abbi at the same time at the doctor's surgery. When I got home (an hour after leaving work), I found Mother-in-Law watching Abbi watching Play with me Sesame. This was a valiant effort on her part, because she spent most of last night with the joy of food poisoning (she considered calling an ambulance at times, but she passed out before she could do so. She feels much better now ... which is to say, she still feels wretched, but at least she can (carefully) eat and keep liquids down).
Susannah, it turns out, has tonsillitis. She is on Amoxicillin, and feeling very sorry for herself.
Abbi spent today being a frog, (hopping around and going "ribbit, ribbit") and this evening counting her dinner (instead of eating it... hrumph). Abbi has decided that she likes honey joys. Can't think why... that's not like her at all. Abbi's current favourite phrase is "Abbi's turn now!" When we were waiting in the pharmacy for Susi's prescription, Abbi sat on a chair in the makeup department, carefully investigating her own face in a mirror. When I caught sight of her, she had the most serious, determined expression on. She was keen to let us know that "Abbi in the red chair... Daddy in the white chair". She also carefully investigated the little hair samples on the hair dye display, despite every passer-by agreeing that her hair is wonderful as it is. Mim posits that this is prima facie evidence of Abbi's inherant and overpowering Girliness. I suspect much of this family's future will involve, in some way, the colour pink.
