So, in the last few weeks we have been busy weathering a nasty stomach flu. I realized that the worst thing about a baby with a stomach bug is that they don't tell you when they are about to throw up. It's like carrying around your own personal vomit hand grenade. Fine one minute, them BOOM. Let's just say I was doign lots of laundry and cleaning with bleach. Marc and I both got it too, but not nearly as bad.
Other than that, O is doing really well. Friday night she said "soccer!" pointing to a soccer ball at our friends' house, and Marc and I were stunned because neither of us had taught her that or ever heard it before. She's loving her letter magnets on the refrigerator... marc has actually taught her to say all of the vowels.
She's getting a lot more fun; I guess that doesn't sound very good; I guess I should say that I am learning to have a lot more fun with her. Marc is still her go-to guy for most things... she is very protective of him and will get pissed if she sees us hugging. I have to admit, I was a little hurt that she saw him as "comfort". But we talked about it and I realized it's just that he spends a lot of time with her.. I end up cooking or doing other stuff while we're at home, so I've been trying to make more of an effort to hang out and play with her and it seems to be working. I've had some genuine hugs in the last few days which have made it all worth it. I also realized how stupid it is to let ones self be offended by the behavior of a 19 month old. I'm trying to get her to say "I love you" but I haven't heard it yet. I figure that pretty much has to be about the highest moment you can achieve in life. I am looking forward to it.
I know I have to update pictures. I promise I will soon... I got some cute ones of Olive in her snowsuit when we were in Ithaca... She looks a little like Randy from a Christmas Story.
More later, M
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