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Feb. 3rd, 2014 10:59 amWe are in New York, but heading home tonight if the weather allows. Our flight is at 5pm. It's been snowing all day, but it's kind of amazing how this city just doesn't slow down. Some early flights were canceled, but I'm hoping ours won't be affected.
Yesterday, WT, Z, and I took Lucy to the math museum in Manhattan. It was really awesome -- but toward the end of our trip, I started feeling super shitty. It hit me like a freight train. We made it back to the apartment and I went straight to bed. I had a fever and chills, but I bundled up and slept most of the afternoon. Something smelled horrible, like wet dog, and I just assumed that I'd grabbed one of Slim's blankets to bundle up with, and did my best to ignore it. But then when Z came to check on me, he remarked on the smell, and I realized the whole room was reeking. Eventually we determined that it was our moist clothes in our suitcases. Bermuda was so incredibly humid that everything was just damp...and stanky. We did a couple loads of laundry, but we didn't wash everything and it's still kind of gross, so I guess we'll have to do some serious washing when we get home. Bleh.
I'm feeling better this morning -- not great, but not dizzy and achy like I was all day yesterday. Now I just have a cough and a dull headache. I can live with this. Hopefully it doesn't get worse as we fly back, and then I have one more day off before I have to be at work...should be enough time to recover.
It's been great seeing the girls, even though I was out of commission all day yesterday. McKenzie really stepped up and played with them while I was snoozing. I love that our nieces are bonding with him.
Bess is hilarious. They've been calling her Knucklehead for about a year now, because she has a tendency to repeat foolish actions over and over. Yesterday she walked face first into a table. She cried for a moment, then chilled out, and bonked into a wall a few minutes later. It's like she has no sense of space at all. This morning, I was playing with her in her room, and she dumped out her tub of books, then fell face first into the tub, which is round all the way around, so she got stuck in it, with her legs up in the air and face planted against the tub thingy, rocking around like a turtle on its back (except, face). I asked her if she was stuck and if she needed help, and she insisted she was not stuck, so I let her wiggle her way out on her own, but it took quite a while. Knucklehead :P
Yesterday, WT, Z, and I took Lucy to the math museum in Manhattan. It was really awesome -- but toward the end of our trip, I started feeling super shitty. It hit me like a freight train. We made it back to the apartment and I went straight to bed. I had a fever and chills, but I bundled up and slept most of the afternoon. Something smelled horrible, like wet dog, and I just assumed that I'd grabbed one of Slim's blankets to bundle up with, and did my best to ignore it. But then when Z came to check on me, he remarked on the smell, and I realized the whole room was reeking. Eventually we determined that it was our moist clothes in our suitcases. Bermuda was so incredibly humid that everything was just damp...and stanky. We did a couple loads of laundry, but we didn't wash everything and it's still kind of gross, so I guess we'll have to do some serious washing when we get home. Bleh.
I'm feeling better this morning -- not great, but not dizzy and achy like I was all day yesterday. Now I just have a cough and a dull headache. I can live with this. Hopefully it doesn't get worse as we fly back, and then I have one more day off before I have to be at work...should be enough time to recover.
It's been great seeing the girls, even though I was out of commission all day yesterday. McKenzie really stepped up and played with them while I was snoozing. I love that our nieces are bonding with him.
Bess is hilarious. They've been calling her Knucklehead for about a year now, because she has a tendency to repeat foolish actions over and over. Yesterday she walked face first into a table. She cried for a moment, then chilled out, and bonked into a wall a few minutes later. It's like she has no sense of space at all. This morning, I was playing with her in her room, and she dumped out her tub of books, then fell face first into the tub, which is round all the way around, so she got stuck in it, with her legs up in the air and face planted against the tub thingy, rocking around like a turtle on its back (except, face). I asked her if she was stuck and if she needed help, and she insisted she was not stuck, so I let her wiggle her way out on her own, but it took quite a while. Knucklehead :P
