Monday morning, my dad called out of the blue wanting to know if he could have Darius over for a few days. Well, ok, sure. So we arranged for him to be picked up yesterday morning.
Yesterday morning December woke up with pinkeye. Let's just, having Darius leave just then was incredibly timely. We've been plying the baby with eyedrops and since it was a really mild case, she's mostly better. Hopefully it'll be all gone by the time Darius returns Friday morning.
The pinkeye was a lovely parting gift from my 12-year-old nephew, who is leaving to spend Christmas in California this weekend. He's been home all week with pinkeye and gave it to a bunch of the other kids, including my 6 month old. Thankfully I had drops from when Darius got it this past summer- he had it in BOTH eyes, and one or two mornings he'd have an eye so crusted over it wouldn't even open. That was fun.
It's been a little weird to go back to the land of having one baby, instead of a baby and a toddler. I'd forgotten how demanding babies are all on their own. I haven't done nearly as much today as I thought I would by now. December is, of course, completely thrilled- she's laying next to me on the floor babbling and doing everything she can to get my attention away from the strange contraption (aka laptop) I'm holding.
There's this one brownie recipe which, done properly, yields fantabulous chocolate goodness. Thing is, I have a terrible track record with it. But, glory of glories, I made them last night and they turned out PERFECT. I was so pleased with myself! My thighs probably weren't, but that's a separate issue.
Unhappy baby...
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