Nothing. NOTHING. Especially when it’s your 11 month old, who is usually the epitome of happiness and who personifies “chillin’ like a villain”.
Poor little Mika-Moo: your gums are swollen up like an inflatable mattress, your eyes are oozing luminous green gunk and your nose is running faster than Oscar Pistorius at the Paralympics.
Sometimes I wish I could just pop you into a little bubble until you’re big enough to punch those pesky germs in the nads. But then I wonder how much fun you’d have if you couldn’t crawl around the house, getting dirtier with every slap of your little hands on the wooden floors and kitchen tiles. It’s so hard to see you ill, but I think it would be harder to see you miserable because you were in some kind of obsessive-mommy quarantine.
Just get better soon, okay my Noodle?
… I don’t think I have! I haven’t really been reading blogs lately either and I can’t say that I feel like I’m any worse off for it. But I thought I’d pop in and say hi … maybe tweak a few things here and there and maybe get inspired to blog a bit tonight.
At the moment, Luca’s sick, Mika’s crawling (backwards) up a storm, our evenings are filled with family cooking time, stories, snuggles and loves. Weekends are the same, with occasional visits, on warmer days, to Serendipity, Bambanani or Pannetone in between.
It’s felt like a long Winter (literally and figuratively) and I’m craving change. I’m longing for the bright Spring colours and the warm Summer sun … I want to start planning Mika’s first birthday in our big, beautiful garden. I want to lie out on the grass and play with my boys. I’m craving something fresh … be it work, a new look, a holiday … but mainly the end of Winter. It’s been long, hard, full of sniffles, aches and more downs than ups. Time for the good times to roll and fun to be had. Agreed?