I count myself fortunate that Zoe hasn't really been sick. I think it was God's way of giving her a break after such a rough start in life. I also think she has her daddy's immune system. I think they could kiss every sick person and maybe feel a little bad for a day or two. If I did that, I'd be out for weeks.
All that changed this weekend. Zoe caught that nasty cold bug that's been going around. This one stayed right in her chest. Poor thing was down for the count most of the weekend. She spent her time cuddling with daddy on the couch, taking naps with me and coughing. Oh was there coughing.
Just like her daddy, after 48 hours of soaking her sheets with sweat, the bug is almost completely gone. How do we know it's gone? Here's some signs that Zoe is on the recovery.
1) Wakes up and asks to go shopping.
2) No longer asks to be held, but offers to race you to the bedroom/kitchen/bathroom.
3) Wants to paint, then sew, then glue, then do Play-doh, then paint again, then cook something all in a matter of 15 minutes.
4) Pretends to sleep and then wakes up going, "oh that clock! Killjoy! Get up you say, time to start another day. Even he orders me around."
Our Cinderella is back. With more energy than ever.
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