I love January. The rush of the holiday and birthday season is over and we've been spending our days puttering around indoors, enjoying all the little corners of our house. Like much of the country, we have just emerged from some uncomfortably frigid weather which, due our poor, drafty windows, prompted much snuggling for warmth in the chilly evenings and not a few mugs of hot chocolate.
And since I tempted fate in my previous post by bragging about my lack of illness in 2009, I promptly got knocked over by some kind of cold/flu/virus last week, taking Juniper down with me. I spent several days glued to the couch, feeling miserable and whining pathetically and taking my temperature just so I could bemoan the extent of my feverishness. Juni also spiked a bit of a fever and spent a couple of nights revisiting her dinner (and lunch and breakfast). After each upchucky episode, I would rush to her side in a panic. She would be sitting up, rosy-cheeked and horrified at being jerked out of her sleep by such a startling occurrence. However, not two seconds later, she was smiling and giggling, delighted that Mama and Daddy have shown up for a middle-of-the-night snuggles. Needless to say, Juni tolerated being sick much better than I did.
