There is something terribly cute, and at the same time terribly sad, about a baby hospital gown. I now have first-hand experience with it, since Ryan spent a day in the hospital on Timothy’s birthday. (Nice timing, baby boy.) Last Sunday, I could tell that Ryan was getting sick. I had hoped, when I saw that Sarah was congested and a little ill, that Ryan wouldn’t catch it, but he did. At any rate, I wasn’t really worried because Sarah was hardly phased by it and I assumed it was just a mild virus. Well, the difference between 4 years and 4 months readily became apparent on Sunday night. Ryan slept half the night in his swing after getting really fussy about his stuffy nose. He slept comfortably once in his swing, so I didn’t really worry. On Monday, he was needy. It made working interesting, especially since he wouldn’t really play on his own. He spent a lot of time in my arms or in his swing. Monday night, I could tell that he was worse, but didn’t know that there was much I coul...
A bit of sarcasm there? My question is where was she exposed to the song - I didn't think you knew it but she knows it well enough for it to be easily identified. Sure is fun to watch and hear her sing it.
ReplyDeleteI don't know that song very well, just that one little snippet. That's why she knows that one part so well.
ReplyDeleteThat's funny. I do go around the house singing whatever random song pops into my head as well.
ReplyDeleteSarah's a cutie. I like the story of my grandmother, Bessie Harmon, sing her heart out while she was vacuuming and thought no one could hear her.
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