cafe au lait...

Good morning! My sweet hubby just presented me with a cup of coffee. He does this many mornings, but today was different. Today was his first attempt at frothing milk with his hand mixer (favorite gadget) and adding steamed milk and foam to my otherwise run-of-the-mill cup o' joe. Not only that, he sprinkled cinnamon-sugar on top. I'm in love. I don't know who was more excited with the outcome - him or me?

So now, here I am, sipping this delicious cup sleepy-eyed because Hannah decided crying for 2 hours in the middle of the night was acceptable. I'm trying so hard to feel better, really - positive thinking, optimism. Unfortunately, you can only be optimistic for so long when your body loses the battle to whatever's going around. The last few days I have felt yucky. Cough, congestion, chills, and all over body aches. Mucinex, the Neti Pot, and lots of hot tea and rest has been my plan of attack. Yesterday, I didn't even go to church (Gasp! The preacher's wife!) Nope. Hannah and I stayed home, alternating between feedings and naps. What's worse - I shared this fun with Joe who doesn't get to rest all day on Sundays. Thankfully, he didn't get it quite as bad...

Soooo.....here's an observation every parent knows: it doesn't matter to babies whether mom or dad don't feel well. Nope. They still cry, and throw fits, and have blow-outs, and refuse to eat, and wake up in the middle of the night extremely upset for no found cause. Life with a baby doesn't stop because you don't feel good. Nope. You gotta get up and get moving...and try to keep up despite the fact that you want to stay hidden under the covers, turn down the monitor, and ignore those annoying lights flashing: "Baby's upset! Baby's upset!"

Baby is fine. We're going through a "stage." She's been teething pretty bad the last several days and is generally fussy. Last night, nothing we did seemed to help. Rocking, pacifier, singing, Tylenol...we actually ended up giving her a bottle. Eventually, she settled down, and then - like a light - she was out. Now, if that bottle would've just pushed back her morning feeding a little later so Mommy could sleep...

That's ok. Did I mention how good this coffee is though?

I will get by.

I will get by.
I will get by.

I will survive.

- Touch of Grey, Grateful Dead