Slightly less crabby

I am in a marginally better mood today even though I spent most of the night sleeping with a hacking, feverish toddler. Poor Jack. Even though he said "Me freezing mama," when he barreled into bed at 12:26 am, I didn't even take his temperature until 1:49 because I am STUPID in the middle of the night. Only the way he was shivering and moaning next to me finally made me realize he was sick and not just totally annoying. After he had Tylenol, his fever broke around 3, and we slept until 7:20-ish, and I have been remarkably chipper considering my lack of sleep.

Tonight, I gave the boys a bath by flashlight which totally delighted them and stopped all bath fighting and splashing hijinks. They even made shadow puppets. I totally recommend "dark bath," as they called it, if you ever want to shake up your routine.


Jack has been cracking me up lately when I catch him playing. He is really into acting out scenarios with little figures from multiple playsets at once. He lies on his stomach and moves guys around and talks in many different voices. He distinguishes between his various Doras. He has Dora, Princess Dora, Hair Dora, and Brand New Dora. He also calls Mrs. Claus Santa's mother.

Here's Santa kicking it on an aircraft carrier

Jack's zombie farm-- note the rug under the bed in the loft

Now that Ben and I have made it through 15 minutes of un-skippable previews on The Town blue ray, I'm going to actually watch the movie. Hope you're having a fun night too.