Wendy is still sick. And you know, there's nothing like a sick toddler to make you appreciate the rambunctious, wild, drive-you-crazy healthy toddler-ness. I miss her getting into everything and shrieking and yelling and running and jumping.
I also miss sleeping. I'm sure we do the same thing when we're feverish, but she thrashes in her sleep, and keeps waking herself up by knocking into the sides of the crib. I know when I'm sick I have very strange, vivid dreams, so I guess that's probably part of what's bothering her.
On the plus side (not that I would ever want her to be sick, ever!) my living room and her room are much cleaner than normal.
I'm sure I'll get back to interesting blogging once she's better and I get some sleep.