Is there anything worse than a house full of sick? I'm not REALLY complaining, since it's a house full of just a little sick. First Oliver had this random fever that went away within 24 hours, then Rich got a cold, then Zoe sort of got a cold, and I was the last one to fall. Luckily everyone is pretty much okay, but nothing is harder than being a sick mama. It takes an inordinate amount of energy and stamina to parent on a good day, and to manage to pull it together when you feel like crap, well, there should be an award somewhere. Or a cookie.
So in order to make it all work, I've got Zoe watching TV right now, and Oliver roaming the kitchen under my feet. I know he will eventually make his way over to the oven because the big Viking sign is his favorite toy these days. Perfect, the kid is drawn to the oven on a regular basis. He gets locked up when I'm cooking, but otherwise he loves nothing more than pulling up on the stove and playing with the bumps of the letters (or at least I'm assuming that is the appeal, but really who knows).
Oliver said "Bye Bye" yesterday to Alejandra (our amazing nanny). She has been telling me for the past couple of weeks that he is talking to her, but I sort of blew it off, but I witnessed it myself yesterday. She went to kiss him good-bye and he started waving at her and said "ba ba." Nothing was clearer or cuter.
Then there is Zoe. She figured out that she can open the refrigerator and freezer. Somehow that now means, in her mind, that she has full ownership over all meals. I will say "okay, dinner time." She asks what we are having, and if it isn't what she has in mind, she opens the doors and starts looking for better options. I'm not a short order cook, so she is often disappointed. We do the best we can right?
