christmas sickbay

As predicted, Christmas is at the old house. It's fine. This place is kinda nostalgic (including my sleeping spot on the couch).

BB's language has taken off again. A month ago, he mostly spoke in two- or three-word phrases, usually noun-verb or adjective-noun. Now he's on to full-blown sentences. A few examples: Wednesday morning, when he came downstairs, he immediately gathered up a double armful of sushi plushies and put them all in a bowl. "I make spicy soup for you!" he announced. Spicy soup is, like, a whole thing with him and no one knows where he got it from. Must be from daycare.

Thursday night, his parents told him it was time to get ready for bed, but he could bring up two toys with him. He picked up one book, then pointed at another. "Can you grab that?" he asked me. (10/10 parental phrase)

After his bath, this little lordling stood in his bedroom with his hands on his hips. "Where's my milk?" he said. His mom gave him the bottle. He took one drink. "Brr," he said. "I want warm milk." So his mom came down to warm up his milk. The joys of being a small child who has learned enough language to get people to do what you want.

The bad news is that he's come down with the flu. Tuesday he looked bad enough that, before we arrived, his parents took him to urgent care. The results: no pneumonia/strep, just gotta ride it out. Wednesday was a roller coaster. Sometimes he'd be his usual happy self; sometimes he was miserable, crying, clinging. Thursday (Christmas Day) he seemed on the mend, but still had some rough spots. His parents took him to urgent care again just in case and were told he should be fine, but come back if he's still running a fever by Sunday. We wound up not opening presents today. They're basically all his and it's not like he cares about the day.

Thing is, I might have caught it... I've got a ticklish throat and a bit of a runny nose. ooops