Having a sick toddler (if you have just one child) is an odd reminder of what the old days were like, when your baby slept a lot and wasn't making a mess faster than you could clean it.
I thought today I would resume from project/work-induced blogging obscurity to announce that we'd been diaper-free for a week and confirm that there is no more Nursing in the Bed -- not since I hurt my shoulders in a little fall a few weeks ago.
But alas, we are on day two of a fever, so we are back in the Seventh Gen #5s (to minimize frustration and disturbance for a kid who wants to sleep all day), and I gave it up in bed several times last night to a plaintive, "Can I nurse?"
So the last 36 hours have been a big old rewind, with the happy change that little boy was content to sit with his dad most of the day yesterday so I could work on the work I wouldn't get to do during this week's upcoming missed childcare.
Fortunately, I just got a glimpse of 2009 with a "I want my hot cereal!" which is decidedly no longer hot and, when asked, a very clear whine of "I want some more almond milk in it!"
We're headed to the doc soon, but in any case, I'm thankful for glimmers of toddler obstinacy.