I came home on Monday to a sick baby so I decided to take Tuesday off. Turns out Jack was fine, but Brent and I both woke up to some weird stomach flu. Jack was running all around all chipper and excited that we were both home while Brent and I were taking turns collapsing into bed. It was a looooong day. Several house rules were broken during this period of desperation: Jack ate graham crackers in the living room and he watched TV- gasp! He thought it was all a big party and was loving every minute of it. He was clapping along with "The View" and feeding his crackers to the couch cushions. It was all I could do to muster the strength to fill his sippy cup and toss some more crackers to him every once in awhile. I started to feel bad about my lapse in good parenting and then it occurred to me that this is what it's like for babies who have drug addicts as parents- TV as a babysitter, food in the living room, mom passed out on the couch. And then I reminded myself that we aren't drug addicts, we are pretty good parents who happen to have the stomach flu, so then I felt better. We are both feeling much better now. And good thing, too, since we are out of graham crackers.
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Don't feel bad. That is what every American couple without a nanny goes through when they get tandem flu-bugs. It doesn't make you a bad parent. Besides, one or two days a year of t.v. viewing is not going to corrupt his brain or undo the other 363 days of healthy activities. : )
Steve also was a child known to line things up. What does it mean? According to family lore (which, by the way is highly suspect) he spent a long time lining up cards up and down the hallway when he was 2 or 3. Peter has yet to show this trait. He continues to be more like me- loud, wild, and disorganized.
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