"In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er,
Like coarsest clothes against the cold"

—Tennyson

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Charlotte is not getting over her cough or fever. She sat in my lap for the entire day and cried. It was really hard. For a while she slept while I held her in the rocking chair, and I let her watch a handful of Curious George episodes, which made her happy. The only thing she ate all day was a few ounces of milk and her favorite food in the world: "chocka" (chocolate). Hopefully she'll feel much better tomorrow.

1 comment:

Rachel Hansen said...

When Isaac was a two-year-old he got really sick. I remember days of him just moaning he felt so bad. He wanted me to hold him the whole time. I felt so bad for him. I hope she gets better soon.