Me and Isabelle are sick. SICK! I’m sooooo tired. Yesterday morning Isabelle was coughing so hard she threw up. So, last night I kept waking up every single time she coughed. And then of course my coughing woke me up too. So needless to say I’m not up to doing anything.
And that is why I haven’t finished fixing my cow shirt. Or why I haven’t finished with this knitted flower:
What? You say, you don’t see a knitted flower? Well that’s because Isabelle is wearing it around her neck. It’s the big collar looking pink thing. Isabelle calls it her flower necklace. I knit it up while skyping with my sister. Video chat is so cool. She was stuck on the pattern and needed my help so we just skyped each other.
And now I’m too tired to finish it. Or I should say, I’m too tired to look for a knitting needle to finish it. I could sit there on the couch all day but getting up to look for something? Wears me out just thinking about it.
Oh, and I just found out, it makes a nice crown too.
Though for the life of me I couldn’t get Isabelle to take a serious picture.
We’re still sick. All of us. Alan’s sick too. I just didn’t notice his coughing as much so I didn’t mention it last time.
We’ve been miserable. We’re pathetic messes. Can’t really tell in the pictures though.
Me and Alan seem more so than Isabelle. She only seems bad at night when she’s laying there coughing and whimpering. But during the day she’s popping all over the place, happy and normal like usual, with an occasional cough.
On Saturday, Alan let me sleep in because I was coughing through the night. We weren’t planning to go anywhere. We didn’t even want to do anything. All my plans: making red, white and blue star soaps and confetti popper rockets… out the window. We thought we’d sit on the couch, doing nothing. Whoo hoo how exciting.
But then at the last minute we decided to go watch some fireworks. We drove into the next town only a few exits away and Isabelle fell asleep immediately. It’s the coughing through the night. Even though she seems fine, she’s obviously short on sleep.
Luckily we arrived early so we let her sleep for a while before heading off. We’ve never been there to watch fireworks before so we had to find a spot. We didn’t search for long because my belly was getting uncomfortable, all hard. I think it was a braxton hicks contraction. Funny, my belly has done that before but I always thought it was the baby until I read differently this weekend.
We may as well have stayed home. We watched a bit.
Then Isabelle complained about the noise, wanting to go home.
So, home we went.
That night I got even less sleep. About four hours after laying down, the coughing kicked in big time, every few minutes. After an hour of that, I gave up on sleep, and got up. A couple of hours later, after some tea and honey, I thought I’d try sleep again. But Isabelle had different ideas. She was up. After a few zombie hours for me, Alan got up, and I went back to sleep to wake up to an empty house.
Alan had brought Isabelle to the store. They came back with a water gun.
