Shallow Thinker

Apparently, little Ladybug has another bronchial infection. It causes her to cough and thus, prevents her from sleeping soundly. Around 11:00 last night, Kelley woke me up and we worked on settling her down. Then again at 4:30, she was crying out because the cough was preventing her from sleeping. Around 5:30, I tagged with Kelley and let her rest*.

Almost immediately after I positioned her in my arms, Ladybug drifted off into a deep sleep…but not deep enough to where I could lay her down. (Believe me, I tried it several times.) But, I gotta be honest with you, I didn’t mind holding her while she snuggles up against me. I sat there and rocked her gently as she snored the night away. As the sun came up, I think I started to fade. Around 7:45, Ladybug was rested enough to talk to the decorations in her room. We made our way down for breakfast which Ladybug called out for excitedly “NAH-NUH!” (banana).

That’s when I learned what the * is for….apparently Butterfly went fluttering into our room a little after 6:00. So much for letting Kelley rest.

After breakfast, I talked the wife into going upstairs and getting in a nap while I played with both girls. It was a great treat. Ladybug spent 30 minutes playing in a miniature rocking chair laughing and calling the names of toys for me to hand her(which I did). Butterfly climbed over all of the furniture and then climbed over me. Eventually we decided that the best course of action would involve finding every toy in the house and then scattering them all on the floor in the den. You’d be surprised how quick we did that. But mommy eventually woke up and my fun was over.

Ladybug did remind me one last time how much she loves me and how much like me she is. As I finished my shower, she crawled into our room and I held her until it was time to walk out the door. As I placed her into her mother’s arms, she began to cry for “DaDa.” Knowing that I wouldn’t go to work if she didn’t make me, Kelley ran into the kitchen and distracted Ladybug with a graham cracker. Her tears of sorrow for “DaDa” turned into squeals of delight for “CaCah” (cracker). It’s good to know that her affection for others can be overcome with an edible treat. She takes after her father.