Kate here, reporting that SteelyKid says,
"Being sick is fun! I get to take baths at 10 o'clock at night, and play on nice soft towels, and have Mommy's undivided attention all day long . . . "
(She's fine, was sick last night but is rapidly improving over the day—her appetite is almost completely back to normal and she's in a good mood, as you can see (she looks a little bleary because she just woke up). Nevertheless, we both look forward to Chad coming home . . . )
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Thanks for the Steelykid fix! I'm glad she's better.
Thank goodness somebody around here is taking care of the important things (i.e. baby blogging) while Chad is off "networking" (read: drinking lots of beer).