Travelingjenny

Oh wait, it’s actually only day #6. My, how time does not fly when your kids are sick! Grace is better, but now Tess is suffering. I’m not sure which is worse – a three-and-three-quarters year old who sobs and tells you how badly her throat hurts, or a seventeen-month old who cries a very hoarse cry and simply whimpers, "Mommy." The good part of all this at-home togetherness we’ve been experiencing is that the girls have been playing very nicely with each other. And, for the first time, Grace invited Tess into her "special place" in the playroom – a corner previously rendered inaccessible to babies by a strategically placed toy bin – where she keeps all of her "special things". So maybe we haven’t yet overcome the plague, but we do seem to have entered into a new era of sisterhood – one where Grace actually wants to share her things with Tess. Let’s just hope this new spirit of generosity isn’t due to tylenol-induced delirium.