Butterflies

It was one of those days. For starters, Flannery has had a low grade fever the last couple days. I'm convinced its her teeth, hopefully the molars. She's been fussy, clingy and is rubbing her jawline and ear with the palm of her hand. No other symptoms.

We went to the Butterfly Exhibit at the Natural History Museum today. On the way, Flannery fell asleep which I wasn't expecting. I reached back to see what she was doing and she was limp; I couldn't wake her. Finally I stuck my finger in her mouth and swung it around. She cried. Phew. I was shaking the rest of the trip. I don't know why I chose that moment to, for the first time, get scared by her sleeping in the car.

The exhibit was great. Flannery met 4 of her baby friends. I really wanted a picture with a butterfly sitting on the brim of Flannery's hat. Or maybe just one with her and a butterfly in the same shot...



Flannery slept for 20 minutes in the car on the way home. Ugh. Murder on naps. A bit of parental delusion (in spite of her protests) made me think I could get her back to sleep. Once I came to my senses an hour later, she played happily until bed time.

... A disclaimer for kidless friends or friends who have kids but have expanded their thoughts beyond first steps, rice-gummed hair, and diapers; so far this blog is for the grandparents! Maybe soon, I'll tell you what Gary and I are up to also.