I am squeaky this morning. I have laryngitis, having inevitably caught Fiona’s cold. Oddly, Fiona thinks that I’m making fun of her.
When she whines at me normally, I echo back what I hear and then tell her how I want to hear her ask for stuff. Nice voice. Nice words. Evidently, she hasn’t liked that much. I may want to figure out a different way of conveying what I hear.
She keeps telling me that I’m a mean mama. I’ve tried to explain that I caught her cold and now I’m squeaky, but she’s skeptical. Poor kid.
I am definitely ready for us to be past this round of illness though. I’m done. I want to get back to all the amazing things we were doing before.