|Crappy iPhone photo of sick baby.|
We went to visit my brother and sister-in-law in Chicago last weekend. They live in Rogers Park, on the north side of the city. We were only there for a few hours, but as soon as I stepped out of the car and breathed in that urban air, I was in love. (I've been to Chicago many times, but never to that particular neighborhood.) We took the 'L' to a Swedish restaurant, where we met two of my cousins for lunch. It was delicious, but we all felt sick after eating two cinnamon rolls as ONE side. Clare ended up eating most of my scrambled eggs.
My hands look like they're 60-years-old. Seriously. All of the diaper changes are wreaking havoc, not to mention the washing of the cloth diapers. Can anyone recommend a good moisturizer? I am trying to use all natural and organic products, but let's face it. Sometimes that shit just doesn't work.
It was the Week of the Young Child in Evansville last week. Clare was in a parade and everything! Apparently she fell asleep in the stroller (which was one of those huge buggies that seats six babies), so she obviously wasn't very excited about it. We went out to dinner with my parents' on Sunday, and on the way back to the car I saw this:
In case you can't tell, it is a bunny with Clare's footprints hanging in the window of a downtown business. When I drove by there today, I saw the bunnies had been taken down. I hope it is waiting for us at daycare.
Clare is still awake. It is an hour past her bedtime. She is refusing to nurse, which she has never done before. I am tired. I am tempted to go to bed and let Ben deal with Clare. Would that be wrong? It is his turn. Probably.