Riley and Avery

So today's been a pretty busy day. Cleaning, cooking, grocery chopping, and the like. Avery has developed quite the preference for the ring sling, although I prefer the mei tai. So we were grocery shopping and Avery fell asleep in the sling, which was a little strange because it was still pretty early in the morning. Then she continued to sleep in the car, and when we got home, she still slept. She woke up all sweaty, and I thought it was because I had let her sleep in her fleece jacket. So I took it off of her when she woke up, hoping that she just needed to wander around a little to get back to a normal temperature. She just wanted to cling to me. So we had more errands to do, and she fell asleep then too, and continued to sleep when we got home. When she woke up, I saw it: the red-cheeked, catatonic, glassy-eyed stare of a feverish child. She is just content to be held and cuddled, blankly staring off into space. Her temp is a little over 102 right now, but I'm not going to give her anything for it unless it gets a little higher. Her little body needs the heat to fight off whatever bug she's picked up. But if Rudi asks, tell him that I gave her some Tylenol...

So I've woken up with a crick in my neck for the past few nights, and it gets worse every morning. Now its halfway down my back as well. I try to sleep as normally as possible, but I'm sure sometime in the night, while still asleep, I roll over to nurse Avery and sleep on my neck funny. Of course, it's made worse by Avery insisting on being in the ring sling rather than the mei tai. And I'm a complete retard when it comes to puting the sling on my other shoulder. I just can't do it. And as I was going to the movie theater box office to buy Rudi a gift certificate, Riley insisted on being carried in the ring sling, so I was carrying both of them. And I tell you what, with Avery being sick she'll probably nurse all night long and my crick will be worse than ever tomorrow morning. Ah, the life of a mother...

I think Riley is going to be a contortionist when she grows up. She has an uncanny ability to squeeze herself into small spaces.

Oh, Avery cries...will download pictures tomorrow!