No child care today, but we had a really good day. I got some dusting done and made blonde brownies, and went and picked up the mail, but other than that we basically just hung out. Listened to some music. Putumayo has a great line of children's CDs of world music. Teddy's napping now while I watch Countdown (O'Connor said dictatorship! And have you seen the Vernon Robinson ad?!?) and catch up on email.
I've now been sick myself since a week ago Monday. I'm sleeping better (not coughing uncontrollably and unable to fall asleep or stay asleep). It occurs to me I had exactly the same thing this time last year. Much less pleasant to be this sick whlie moving across country.
There are certain things a lot of people have told me over the years that seemed wrong at the time, I questioned, got mocked, shut up, and have since then been realizing more and more how right I am, at least in the context of my life. I know a lot of people who looooooooove little babies. Me, not so much. It took me a while just to be okay with the young end of toddlers. A bunch of people told me I'd feel differently when I had my own. And let me just say, as much as I have loved Teddy, right from the beginning, he is a lot more fun now that he's more like an older baby. The newborn thing is objectively short, subjectively eternal and not really fun at all. I _love_ that if I leave him to go to the other room, he chases me down and has to be watched constantly or he'll start tugging on the lamp cord, exploring the garbage in the kitchen and finding little pieces of everything imaginable on the floor everywhere.
I am not being sarcastic.