Rough Week

Poor Ruby has been insanely ill for 7 long and miserable days.

Both Jonner and I are worn out! Fever, vomit, screaming, more fever, more screaming... And the sleeping has been almost non-existent if you don't count the occasional passing out from the screaming.

Please, please let it end soon.

Jabber

Ruby's talking a lot these days. Most of which is extremely creative and unintelligible, but some of which is actually coherent and meaningful.

Her words include:
hi
MORE! (along with enthusiastic signing)
kitty (interchangeable with "eow")
Coco
Rimsky (waski)
Bailey (only barely recognizable--who'd have thought that it would be harder than Rimsky?)
book (beuh)
hat
coat
socks (yockie)
shoes (shh)
hot
night night
ball
hairbrush
several Korean words including the ones for mama and papa.

I've been trying to teach her Terry Pratchett, but it's not working.

Cute poem

Jonner sent this to me, and it's really the perfect thing for today's mood.

'The Common Cormorant'

The common cormorant (or shag)
Lays eggs inside a paper bag,
You follow the idea, no doubt?
It's to keep the lightning out.

But what these unobservant birds
Have never thought of, is that herds
Of wandering bears might come with buns
And steal the bags to hold the crumbs.

-- Christopher Isherwood