that grace: sick, sick baby

Saturday, September 6, 2008

sick, sick baby


She had a fever of 104 and didn't want to drink or eat anything. We finally got her to eat some popsicles. She liked them enough that she kept chanting, "popsicle, popsicle, popsicle." We were thrilled to finally hear her talking. Unfortunately, it didn't stick. She's gone back to all animal noises now. On the up side, her rooster impression is hilarious. I awoke the other morning to her crowing.

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