Before Sam, I used to never get sick. Often, I’d climb atop things and announce this by saying “I never get sick!” Lately, though, I often can’t make it past “I never ge–” before breaking off into a wet, hacking cough that leaves me doubled over, helpless, and exposed to pickpockets. Thus I spent this most of this last weekend lying in bed alternately shivering and sweating while Sam would occasionally wander into the bedroom, point at me, say “Dada?” and then wander back out.
I also used to pride myself on not taking any medicine the few times I did get sick, resolving to just suffer and ride it out. But this time as soon as I began to feel lousy I came home and started gobbling multivitamins, decongestants, vitamin C, herbal supplements, folic acid (it happened to be nearby), orange juice, cough drops, and aspirin. Then I shot some kind of zinc-based goo up my nose and stumbled around the bathroom for a few minutes clawing at my head in searing sinus agony.
Heck, I even borrowed Samantha’s “Grins ‘n Giggles Menthol Vapo-Bath” with the little cartoon penguin on the bottle. He just sat there on the ledge of the tub and mocked my agony with his good humor and promises to “sooth away the sniffles.” He lied.
Sorry, none of this involves Sam very much, does it? Here, pictures:
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As you can see, we opened some of our presents a little bit early this year. Unlike last year, sam really got into the whole unwrapping presents thing. She would even deliver each one before taking it back and ripping the paper off whether it was her gift or not. She then insisted on putting every scrap of wrapping paper away in a cardboard box, because as I’ve mentioned she can bee a little persnickety.
Though she really did seem to enjoy all this, you actually probably wouldn’t have guessed it by the bland expression she wore most of the time. It’s just odd that she’d wear a poker face while unwrapping Christmas presents, but whenever she successfully uses her training potty she gets so exited I’m afraid she’s going to hyperventilate and pass out. Weird.
By the way, next week is, if you remember your basic math, the 100th chapter of Sam’s Story. Week One Freaking Hundred. I’ve got something special all cooked up to celebrate this centennial Samantha celebration, so make sure to come back. It’s not a free car or anything –I’m not Oprah– but I think it’s kind of cool.
Yeah! We get to spend Christmas and week 100 with Sam!!! We are looking forward to it. I just finished wrapping her gifts tongight so she ill have more to unwrap soon!