Chickpea celebrated her second birthday today by waking up in the worst mood EVER. Her zip-up jammies (the kind with the feet) were upzipped down to her bellybutton, she was sweating and bright red, and she was screaming. She also commemorated her new age by having a serious opinion on what she should wear today. The red sweater. She absolutely had to wear her red sweater, and screamed bloody murder when her mommy insisted on her wearing things in addition to the sweater – like a diaper and dress – and that those things should be worn under the sweater. Needless to say, we rushed her off to nursery, usually one her favorite places, where she proceeded to bite her cousin three times in the arm. Hard.

Home after lunch, and she crashes – but not nearly as long as her normal nap. Wakes up screaming bloody murder. As in, losing her voice she’s so mad. She has all the telltale signs of being sick, the same symptoms that slammed me into bed a few days ago; the same symptoms of pretty much every other child in a 2,000 mile radius at the moment. I can count on one hand the number of times she’s been sick in her life, so I’m honestly not quite sure what to do. We dose her up on children’s Tylenol, give her plenty of water, a little snack, and do what we all like to do when we’re sick – curl up and watch Care Bears. And then Finding Nemo. I mean, it’s her birthday. A girl’s gotta celebrate with gusto.

She technically did celebrate the day before, so it’s not like her turning two was shot. We had lots of friends and family over, and other than jumping out of her skin and crying when they all suddenly sang Happy Birthday to her, she had a lot of fun.

So I guess she’s now two. My big girl – it is really, truly hard to believe.  She really is the sweetest thing ever, and I can’t imagine her not being in our family. My heart goes out to her when she’s miserable like this, because I know it’s not normal. At least, not normal in her pre-two age. We shall see.

I’m wiped out.

posted: 07 February 11
under: family