two peas in a pod.

Isabelle and I are a bit under the weather. She had the croup. Then one day she threw up on me. Then the other end started acting up. Now she has a runny nose cold and the croup cough has returned. What gives? Just that time of year I guess. I’m hoping she is getting it all out of her system now before we have a newborn. (!) I just have a run of the mill cold, which is fine until night time when I lay down and feel like there is lead in my nasal passage. Wish there were some sort of magic potion I could take- like MEDICINE but alas.

Anyway. Today was a pajama day filled with nursery projects and play doh and laundry. Isabelle learned where the tissues are and every so often she would sniff and yell TISH and run to the bathroom. She must have figured out that I’m not feeling well either.

Tonight we sat down after dinner to watch toy story while Jazz was on his weekly bike ride. She climbed up on the big couch and fluffed a pillow and laid down. I had a particularly big sneeze. She came over to me and said, Mama, lay down, and pointed to the other end of her big couch. I went over and sat but she said no mama, LAY. So I laid down. She went to her room and got me her blankie. And then she found Leilani and tucked her under my arm. Then she wiggled back onto her end of the couch, and the two of us sat end to end with our pillows and blankies and babies while she played with my toes.

If you would have told me this story when I was 34 weeks pregnant with Isabelle in August 2009, I’m sure I wouldn’t have believed you. I would never have believed that my baby would be so sensitive, so adorable and loving, and so much my best friend. I get so choked up thinking of her little soul when she was waiting to come down to earth, and how there is another soul preparing to join us. I remember how I felt during those last months before Isabelle came, and how I wondered about her. Everything we know about her is infinitely better than I ever imagined it could be. And now as I wonder about new baby boy, I can’t help but be excited to have my expectations blown again.

I’ll take a sick day with this one anytime.