18 January 2008

My Poor Little Sickie

"Mommy? I don't feel very well."

"Oh? What doesn't feel right?"

"My froat is scratchy and my bones don't want to move so I have to walk like a robot."

"Hmmm," I replied, "let's stay home today and rest. You could use it."

"OK. Can we read this book? Then can we play Dora dominoes? Then can I watch a movie?"

"Sure."

She's been complaining of a sore throat for a couple of days and last night she toughed out karate graduation but looked kind of out of it.

Flynn's temp is just this shy of feverish and she's exhausted, plus she does have a bit of a cough. I kept her home from school today and after reading "How Do Dinosaurs Get Well Soon?" (twice) and a rousing game of Dora dominoes, she's presently ensconced on the couch, curled up with a blanket, watching a DVD of "Pee Wee's Playhouse."

Fortunately, she still has an appetite. She's been drinking cups of cocoa and eating bowls of creamy cinnamon oatmeal (that alternates with warm lemonade w/honey and sun chips).

My wish is that she'd take a nap, but fat chance of that happening. Once she's awake, she's in for the long haul until bedtime (in this respect she's just like me).

Feel better, little one.

1 comment:

Mrs. Chicken said...

Poor bub, hope she's on the mend very soon.