Turns out Reid slept well Tuesday night in preparation for a rough night last night. Poor Reid has a cold. She had trouble falling asleep and then was up wailing at 11:30. Her hair was in her face because she had pulled the pony tail out earlier and it was driving her mental. She didn’t want it put up, didn’t want to be in her bed, our bed, the rocking chair in her room, upstairs, downstairs, or as far as I could tell, anywhere. We gave her some Motrin and then I took her to the couch where we looked at a couple of photo albums. She saw lots of Reid pictures, a duck, Daddy and Grandma Barb, Uncle Chris and Aunt Darlene. I’m not sure who calmed her but whoever it was, I say “thanks”. I talked her into going to the basement to the futon and we got to sleep. Sigh.Reid got up this morning seemingly fully restored and all about Daddy. She had so many hugs and kisses and “hi, Daddy”s for him while I stumbled about as a bit of a zombie. It’s a good thing that I’m not into this whole motherhood thing for the appreciation :+) If only I had the resilience of a two year old… Thank goodness Reid does since she has a busy day at daycare ahead of her.
After kisses and hugs for Reid, Baby and Ken (all of which Reid oversaw – including the hug for Ken which didn’t pass muster, maybe we didn’t make the hug sound loud enough), I stood waving good-bye. Baby gave me a little wave but as usual, Reid didn’t. Ken always does, well, except for the time I made us late, then didn’t put the seat back so he jammed his knee and nearly burst his eardrums from the radio I didn’t turn down when I took the iPod adapter out (and I really have to turn the volume up when I use the iPod) but I didn’t blame him for that day.