Liam is sick. Very sick. As in, he has a horrible chest cold that started out Friday morning as a full-blown thing with nothing signalling or leading up to it.
I have been fighting a headache all week, from slight and ignorable to pounding and not-ignorable. Every couple of days it blossoms into a full-fledged migraine.
The good news is that medication (thank all the gods for Triaminic) and a humidifier are managing Liam’s cold very well, so well that he may even be able to go into daycare on Monday. The bad news is that (A) his/our attendance at weekend events such as birthday parties and welcome-homes have, alas, been cancelled, and (B) nothing seems to be help my migraines except silence and darkness and time. That means all my commitments such as reviews and introductions have been slowed down. The lack of sleep due to child waking in the night hasn’t helped much the past two days, either.
We bought him a set of two little hockey sticks today. He insisted on carrying one in his stroller with him as we did the rest of our errands. It was very cute. He hasn’t quite grasped the concept of hitting the ball with the stick, though; he runs after the ball and picks it up in his free hand, saying, “That Liam’s!” It will come with time.
And in other completely unrelated news, I had my hair cut on Friday. It is… erm… short. And layered. I like it very much, but it’s shorter than I’ve had it in many, many years.