Emma woke up Saturday with a cough and woke up after her nap with a fever. She's been sick since then and, because I'm a crazy person, sleeps with us when she's sick. She's super congested and so throws up when she coughs. Yay.
Last night was the second night in a row she slept with us. Between her crying because she wanted the pacifier, her throwing up, us needing to change sheets/her shirt/the nests of towels we made her sleep in we did NOT get a lot of sleep.
The following conversation occurred at 5am this morning:
Paul: If she's gonna sleep in her tomorrow we need to trim her toenails.
Jenn: Ok.
Paul: It feels like a tiny eagle is trying to land on my back.
Jenn: hysterical, no sleep laughter
Paul: I need one of those gloves like falcon people wear.
(If you have kids you may have read the book I Have 10 Little Fingers and if so you may recognize the following)
Jenn: I have 10 little daggers and they all belong to me. I can make them do things would you like to see.
Paul: I can hang from a tree branch.
Jenn: I can grab fish out of the sea.
At this point all reason was lost and as tears rolled down my face from laughing and Emma finally feel asleep we got to sleep, too.
Okay, it seemed funnier in person, but hopefully you got a little laugh out of it. Merry Christmas Eve!
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