Sick

Amy is sick.

Which would be very sad, was it not for the fact that she is so damn adorable when she is sick (aside from the copious amounts of snot and whining).

She needs a blanket. But not any blanket, no, she needs one of the wraps that we were given for the new baby. She needs to snuggle under one wrap, with another draped over her head for hiding under when the snot gets too much.

She wants oranges. But not to eat, no, she just wants me to peel and segment them so she can hold them while she hides under the blankets.

She needs a book. Banana’s in Pajama’s is good, as is any of the books from ‘In The Night Garden’ or her Bedtime Stories book. None of her other 1000 books will do. Not today.

She needs to be sitting next to me, but I’m not allowed to touch her blankets. The world will end if I touch them, unless she specifically crawls into my lap with them. The world will also end if I actually move from sitting next to her. Or out of sight.

She is so cute, even with a face full of snot and swollen weepy eyes.

Poor little pet.

**Updated:

She is now very sadly telling me that ‘Daddy is at work…sigh’ and requesting pumpkin soup. Weran out of pumpkin soup 2 days ago (I had made a big pot of it).

I’m thinking that this might get very old very soon. Cross fingers I can hold onto the cute and my sanity.

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