My sentiments exactly

This afternoon, I walked into the living room after clearing out the dishwasher to find the Hatchling sitting on the sofa, with a baby doll in one hand and Grover monster in the other, staring at nothing, and repeating "Blah. Blah, blah, blah, blah. Blah."

That is all.

Here's the thing:

When you've spent the last two nights up with your daughter, who is sick - AGAIN - with what you're hoping doesn't turn into bronchitis, you don't really have the wherewithal to blog, no matter how much you have to say.

Grump.

Malaise

We have an extremely sick, extremely pathetic little Hatchling in our house. We're pretty sure it's the flu: high fever, vomiting, lethargy, no appetite, etc. Also, which is fun for everyone, really disturbed sleep. We spent the entire day sitting on the sofa, covered by blankets, watching Sesame Street and The Upside Down Show. Of which I believe I have now seen all the episodes. Whenever I had to get up to answer the phone, or get something to drink, or pee or whatever, she moaned and whimpered until I came back. I even had to put her to bed tonight, which is normally Mr. Squab's job, because she would not be separated from my side. Pray to whatever gods you believe in that Mr. Squab and I don't catch what she's got.