Home sick with flu. I’m trying to stay positive but have been sick going on 10 days, fever and cough and dizziness. Scary brain fog. Luckily the girls and T are healthy. Luckily I am finally able to be in bed all day. Next year I’m getting a flu shot.
To cheer myself up, I’m posting this pic of C with Ducky. Looks like they’re about to put him in the pancakes:
canard au beurre for breakfast?
Just wanted to tell you how much I enjoy your column…and, now that I’ve discovered it, your website! Wish I’d had a friend like you back when my kids were small; sometimes it seemed like I was all alone on Intractable Baby Island. They’re both grown now, 25 and 23 (yes, it does happen), both still alive (!), and I survived–more or less. (Teenagers made me LONG for those Good Old Days of whining, weeping, and diapers.)
I ran across their baby books the other day, and spent a little while on the floor looking at mementos of the past. My son was driven, overactive, demanding, and nearly always extremely difficult. I know my memory’s correct, for there it is, in writing! My daughter, blessed relief, was sweet, charming, self-entertaining, delightful, engaging.
I used to think it was the upbringing.