Just a day in the life of an Egyptian Chicken Dancing Girl. What is the Egyptian Chicken Dance? I have no idea. But this is what it looks like.
These pictures were taken right before she got sick with...everything. Ear infection, sinus infection, bronchitis, a week of fever. I seriously think she got the flu, despite having received a flu shot. Each time she gets sick I always think it's because she was a c-section baby and she didn't get her chest squeezed enough during the birthing process and that's made her chest and lungs weak.
I'll have guilt about that forever I think, because my c-section was elective. I had gestational diabetes and my attorney dad (who, in his defense, has seen the worst of the worst of everything) convinced me that dire consequences might potentially befall my baby if we didn't get her out by 38 weeks. Basically every day of my pregnancy I was convinced I was going to lose her, so I was not in a very good place to be making rational decisions. I didn't trust the process. My OB thought it was a good idea because I had so much anxiety, and also I'm sure she thought it was the prudent way to go when dealing with a family of lawyers. I bled and spotted almost every single day of my first trimester and a couple weeks into the second, and was out of my mind with worry. And I'm telling you all this because I don't know why.
But we've spent more time together in the past 2 weeks than we've spent together in ages, it seems like. We read three Ramona books, the 'Miss Happiness and Miss Flower' book and about 5 Junie B. books. We watched a lot of movies.
Pretty much everything we own is on the floor right now. There are leftover balloons from her birthday still. I think I'll make it a priority to almost always have balloons inflated in the house. At any given moment when one is bored, you can just start batting a balloon at someone's head.
We just sat and cuddled and talked. We didn't fight with each other as much as usual. She made 'measuring tapes' out of crepe paper and washi tape. And then charged me $2 per measuring tape. Little does she know that I paid her by running and stealing quarters out of her piggy bank.
She announced her intention to have a shop someday where she sells 'useful things'. Wasn't that a Stephen King book? I think that was 'Needful Things'.
She asked me why I don't have "a real job".
I asked her, "Do you want me to?"
I didn't get much else done and the grey weather has me barely functioning right now, but I held her and kissed her and was just grateful grateful grateful (i say things 3x now like Eloise's Nanny.) that I can hang with this kid.
(P.S. I'm noticing my white chair that I got from my mom in the last photo. No one sits in that chair. BECAUSE IT'S FLIPPING WHITE. I'm going to recover that chair as soon as I possibly can. But choosing a fabric might take me 5 years. I want to cover it in something crazy, like butterflies.)
(P.P.S. Julia is doing so much better now!!)