Owie.

All three of us fell sick yesterday morning. Annabelle was a picture of cute whineyness with her croaky voice. She didn't so much cry as whine and yowl pitifully at me as if i had something to do with it. She had a hard time getting to sleep and her usual smileyness in the early morning was replaced by a glum look at our attempts at funny faces and voices.
So it was a long night with my first childs first sickness. The room in the light of day was an explosion of tissues, diapers, sheets and blankets. The light came through the window waking her up but she smiled at me past the sniffling and drool.