Last week Clara was super sick. I mean throwing up, diarrhea, fever, the whole nine yards. It was quite a week. And it was spent primarily at home all day long. Nancy has never had days like that before, because when you are a second child, you just get carted along to everything that your older sibling has to do… playdates, dropping off and picking up at preschool, swim lessons, etc. So, they learn to go with the flow and that life is just full of action. And then, suddenly, we didn’t go anywhere or do anything. And all big sister wanted to do was lay on the couch (how out of character!).
So, I had to entertain an (almost) one year old by myself, which is something that I haven’t had to do in almost three years! We made a lot of towers and knocked them down. I tried to read her a bunch of stories (although she just is not as into them as Clara was at the same age). She walked around and around the house, holding my hand (because she just hasn’t made the mental leap that she can walk on her own yet. And then in a fit of just wanting to sit down for a moment, I made her her own play kitchen. A cardboard box, a couple of real pots, and some blocks to put in there to cook and stir with a wooden spoon. Brilliant! This bought me at least a half an hour a couple of times. You know, so I could start laundry to clean up vomit.