Lavella's still pretty sick today, although thankfully no more puking. I had to wash an entire load of hers and my laundry after yesterday.
Here she is, feeling pretty badly about herself:
I know, poor babe. But seriously, the whining is out of control. Through adversity, I learn patience. "SERENITY NOW!!!" (To quote an episode tagline from Seinfeld. Season 9?)
OK, enough of that. How about some pics from some happier days last week?
The children were helping me with the baking (of course), and Elijah just couldn't resist the warm, freshly milled flour. This sequence immediately follows eating a huge mouthful of it.
Since the box of aprons arrived, there's been a renewed Apron Interest.
Andrew's wearing a Museum Of Burnt Foods apron that Pete and Jill gave me a while back, and Elijah's got a hand-me-down from Rachel (which Grandma Claire bought for her when she was smaller).
Lavella, of course, is not one to be left out. Here she is in her "neighbor" ("won't you be, won't you be, please won't you be my neighbor?")
This "neighbor"/apron used to belong to my mom when she was a little girl, then to me, possibly to several of my sisters, definitely owned by Rachel, and then finally passed down to Lavella. I have memories of wearing this while cooking with my mom and grandparents in Tenafly (spell?).
Jonah has started sucking his thumb.
There's not much I can do about it. He still begrudginly accepts his pacifier when we're out and stuff, but when he's alone in his crib, in goes his little thumb. It's terribly cute, and it does allow him to comfort himself and fall back to sleep if he wakes up at the wrong time, so it's sort of good...just hope he doesn't do this as long as I did (till I was 5-1/2!) and need orthadontic work. I'm seeing dollar signs.
Here he is just up from his nap, sleepy-sweet and smelling of baby sweat and the lambskin he sleeps on: