the sick day continues...

shortly after baby bear's milk-on-daddy incident, hubby grabbed his pillows and relocated to the guest bedroom. he tossed and turned all ast night, even after i crawled into bed following my insomniac episode. the guest room is tucked away from the hubbub of the kitchen , etc. it also tends to be the coolest room in the house, which under normal circumstances would be perfect. alas, these aren't normal circumstances, and the cold irritates even hubby's cough. maybe this means i can get away with keeping the heat set higher.

baby bear watched me assemble the pot roast in the crock pot, bringing books to my feet as i peeled and cut veggies. she had been amused by the chopping of the carrots, but about halfway through the onion she grew restless in her high chair and almost climbed out. after the crock pot was filled, we read a few books, played with some blocks, and now she's watching Sesame Street so mommy can get a shower and clean up the kitchen a little better. i suppose i need to change our sheets for the second day in a row, thanks to baby bear's accident. then, baby bear and i will run some errands. if i'm lucky, i may find a new dress and shoes to wear to the wedding. (if i'm not, i have a standby, but it's sleeveless and the cold air has found it's way here.)

i peeked in at hubby. he's finally sound asleep, head propped up on the pillows, arms crossed over his chest. moving to the guest room was a wise choice. sweet dreams, poor thing.