The Skink was clearly not quite herself. Sitting... sitting...sitting...
not sitting...
So when she started throwing up, we brought her bed down so she could still be part of the... um... festivities.
Iraq got some awesome books!
And mom got... potholders. Lobster potholders. When you wear lobster potholders you have to make mean, lobster faces!
Then daddy had to go to work (yes, work) while I stayed with a sick 4-year-old and an over-stimulated 7-year-old. I did what any mom would do, and I broke out the new Shrek movie! So... after the movie in which Shrek has a daughter named Felicia, Iraq insisted that we rename The Skink... Felicia. My telling her that The Skink already had a nice name was her cue to go into nuclear melt-down mode, so I ended up dragging her up to her doorknob-less bed room. When I went up to let her out, this is how I found her...
And then I let her ride her new Hello Kitty scooter around the house for the rest of the (rather long) day.
Hope your Christmas was just as good as mine! (or better)
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Poor kiddo. I love that picture of Iraq under the footstool. Merry Christmas!
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ReplyDeleteMerry Christmas and dare I say a Happy New Year...
Hope everyone is feeling better????
Oh, I've seen the look the Skink had and you knew something was up. The picture of Iraq under the footstool reminded me of the Temple Grandin movie that I was supposed to write about in my blog. I hope today was better!!!
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