Carol and I went to a wedding on Memorial Day weekend, and we were trying to suss out what to do with Lydia. So we tried the “noble experiment”; she would stay over at Grandma and Grandpa’s house. A couple weeks before, on Mother’s Day weekend, we mentioned the possibility to her, and she headed right for their vehicle. It wasn’t staying with them we worried about, it was how she would be in the morning without either Mommy or Daddy there. It simply hadn’t happened before, though her cousins had successfully stayed with them at an earlier age.
Little did we know that, within the month, we would be sending her there again. As I’ve alluded, Lydia’s been sick, with pinkeye, then a bad cold, then an ear infection. I took care of her Friday, June 2, Monday, June 5, and Friday, June 9, plus the mornings of June 6 and 7, where Carol took care of her those afternoons. (We shared the weekend.) We thought she was well enough on the Thursday, but we were evidently wrong. Nor was she well enough on Monday, June 12. So Grandpa picked her up and brought her to his house, an hour and a quarter away. Then some combination of Grandma and Grandpa took care of her at our house Tuesday through Thursday.
She’s feeling much better now, I’m pleased to report.
While she was sick, and I was tending to her, she still could be her charming self, applauding to my singing along with whatever record that happened to be on (likely Beatles or Beach Boys).
Glad your feeling better, honey. Love from Daddy. And thanks to Grandma and Grandpa from all of us.
Happy first birthday, Norah!