Under The Weather

Mommy's sick today. I should have known something was up when it was Daddy who gave me my 4 AM feeding. Daddy told me that she didn't want to get me sick too so she sent him in as a last-minute substitute.

It shouldn't make a difference, I guess. It was the same formula, from the same bottle, in the same chair... but it wasn't the same, somehow. For one thing Mommy smells better... and she sings to me when she feeds me, even at 4 in the morning. Daddy just yawned a lot... looked at his watch like 20 times... and then started offering me things if I promised to finish my formula and get back to sleep within 10minutes. I don't know what an I-Pod is... but apparently I now own Daddy's.

When I woke up at 7, it was again Daddy who fed me and gave me my bath. We were just about to step out for a quick run to the pharmacy for some Mommy medicine when someone knocked on our door. It was the mailman with a package from Miami. I remember when I first adopted these two that Mommy was complaining about not being able to find any baby food in Colombia. So she called my uncle Angel and aunt Claudia and asked them if they would please send her a couple of things by mail. You know... just enough to get by. Aunt Claudia said she would take care of it.
Uh... I think Aunt Claudia is under the impression that we're going to be here 3 years instead of 3 weeks. Geez, talk about bringing a bazooka to a fist fight. Daddy just laughed and said that Aunt Claudia and Mommy had a lot in common.
Speaking of Mommy. When we got back from the pharmacy Daddy gave her some medicine that sent her off to La-La Land. She promised to get better quickly so she could get back to taking care of me. So Daddy and I just kicked back and watched Brazil demolish Chile in the World Cup... and then we prepared to play a brand new game that Daddy invented called:

THINGS I WOULD NEVER, IN A MILLION YEARS, BE ALLOWED TO PUT IN MY MOUTH IF MOMMY WAS AWAKE!
Her favorite sunglasses...
Her deoderant...
My nose medicine...
The pump for my nose medicine...
A shoe lace...
Whatever this thing is hanging off her camera bag...
Her hair gel...
Daddy's watch...
Daddy's antibiotics for his foot fungus...
The sofa...
And the coffee table.

It was a lot of fun. When Mommy woke up she was feeling a lot better. I decided to reward her for her speedy recovery and as soon as I saw her walk into the living room I laid it on her with a big smile... "Mama".

I thought it would make her happy... but all she could do was cry. I guess I'll never understand parents.