ah, dear ozzy, you are sick again. fever 103 and lots of congestion. what a way to end 15 months and begin your 16th month. but you're so damn cute and sweet i totally forgive you for making me stay up several hours at effing 2 am until 4 am with motrin, bottles of water and juice, cool washcloths, saline, tissues and nose bulb syringe. at least it means you are finally sleeping until 8 am instead of 6 am. so even tho i'm not getting much sleep at night, at least i kind of feel like i got to sleep in.
here's one of my favorite things about you: i love how you'll ask so sweetly, "mama? baba?" and when i give you your bottle and ask if you'd like to go night night, you answer in that same sweet voice, "nigh nigh" and nod your head, and then turn around and back up into me so that i can scoop you up and carry you upstairs while you nurse on your bottle of milk.
but as soon as we are upstairs and in bed, you, tossing your bottle aside, suddenly spring up impishly, and scoot for the basket of books and start flinging them onto the bed, saying "bup!" (book) with a grin and you make me read one book after another. and when i tell you, no more, go night night, you fling your whole body down onto the bed and give me this great big fake cry. then as suddenly as you went down, you spring back up again, and smilingly bring me another book, saying "BUP!" and you know, i try really hard to harden my heart into ice, but you know just how to smile at me and so confidently come over to cuddle down onto me, assured that i will read you another 'bup' and you know that my heart and resolve have long ago melted and is puddled down somewhere at my feet. and i know right then and there that that power must be used for Good. and i resolve to train you right, so that i may be able to use your super powers to score diamond jewelry from daddy. and then take over the world. we have just a short window of time before you lose your cuteness and enter the awkward world of pubescent purgatory, so your training begins today, grasshopper.
here's one of my favorite things about you: i love how you'll ask so sweetly, "mama? baba?" and when i give you your bottle and ask if you'd like to go night night, you answer in that same sweet voice, "nigh nigh" and nod your head, and then turn around and back up into me so that i can scoop you up and carry you upstairs while you nurse on your bottle of milk.
but as soon as we are upstairs and in bed, you, tossing your bottle aside, suddenly spring up impishly, and scoot for the basket of books and start flinging them onto the bed, saying "bup!" (book) with a grin and you make me read one book after another. and when i tell you, no more, go night night, you fling your whole body down onto the bed and give me this great big fake cry. then as suddenly as you went down, you spring back up again, and smilingly bring me another book, saying "BUP!" and you know, i try really hard to harden my heart into ice, but you know just how to smile at me and so confidently come over to cuddle down onto me, assured that i will read you another 'bup' and you know that my heart and resolve have long ago melted and is puddled down somewhere at my feet. and i know right then and there that that power must be used for Good. and i resolve to train you right, so that i may be able to use your super powers to score diamond jewelry from daddy. and then take over the world. we have just a short window of time before you lose your cuteness and enter the awkward world of pubescent purgatory, so your training begins today, grasshopper.
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