Toohig Tidbits: Late February

“One of the good things about boys is that they pretty much do anything you ask them to do. Like Daddy!”

70’s Day at school for the book fair

“Mama, take my picture!”

Saturday morning fun at the book fair with Clifford

Grandmothers will do pretty much anything their grandchildren ask of them, including climbing through a restaurant’s flowerbed…

While I got ready one morning, HG got into my samples of lipgloss and lipstick. She was awfully dressed up for horseback riding that day!

Sunday fun at Aintree

And a little Sunday afternoon nap…

Blue was *licking* Mo, and Mo let him for the longest time. I have no idea why.

This is what John came downstairs to find. A very full bed!

On Tuesday, February 23rd, HG woke up early in the morning with fever, which she very rarely has. We were at the doctor’s office early, and she tested negative for flu and strep. Apparently, the flu test is not very reliable, so Dr. Vargo was convinced she had the flu with her coughing and high fever. Thankfully, her chest was clear, but the coughing and fever continued through Saturday. Only fever free on Sunday. UGH. Poor girl had a tough time with it- no energy, no appetite, very lethargic. Spiffer, GD, and Grandma all got called in for help as John had a work trip to Vegas, I had a few work meetings I couldn’t miss, and then we had Em’s wedding that weekend. By the end of it, most of us had a good ole cold, but I have to admit that I did enjoy the sweet cuddles that shared the germs.

A squirrel came up to visit HG one day while she was home sick.

I can’t remember the last time HG fell asleep on me on the couch. We were sitting there with Spiffer, HG asked me to pause the movie, and she was OUT. Slept for two hours.

Yet another collapse-into-a-nap on the couch.

If you wonder why mama has a cold now too…

When I got home from the wedding weekend, HG came home from Grandma’s on Sunday morning and argued with me to the point of tears over something so bizarre and little. I knew a nap was imminent. She was so mad at me that she refused to lay down with me, but she dragged her sleeping bag downstairs, laid in the floor, and slept for FOUR HOURS. I was terrified I’d never get her back to bed that night, but she was asleep by 8:00 and up at 6:15 for school the next morning. The week was tough as we caught up on work and tests, but she was a trooper!