Even if the sky is falling down I know that we’ll be safe and sound

Part of Gloria’s bedtime routine used to include reading Goodnight Moon.  This was not a book that I grew up with, so it wasn’t my favorite, but Mike grew up with it and Gloria LOVED it, so I read it regardless.

Until that fateful night when Gloria was running around naked and pooped on Goodnight Moon.  I suggested that we just remove the dust cover and clean up the edge, but this suggestion sent Mike into hysterics.  So we threw it away.

Our bedtime routine hasn’t been the same since.  Gloria loses interest in the other books.  She pushes them away and gets fussy. 

UNTIL:

Her Aunt Mary bought her Goodnight GOON.  I am a huge sucker for anything holiday-related, so I was just as excited as Gloria for this one.  Now she carries it around with her and refuses to read anything else before bedtime. 

Gloria is growing up at an alarming rate.  She can (almost) say “dog” and “ball.”  She’s starting to learn that if she bends her knees she can pick up the pace and run.  She grows out of her clothes every six minutes.  She copies everything you do.  The other day she found my face lotion bottle in the hallway.  She carried it around with her, pushing on the top and them rubbing her hands together.  I don’t use hand lotion and I have no idea where she picked this up.  

Today was good.  In the last ten days this household has endured two head colds, a 102.5 fever, the Norovirus, the deep disappointment of missing a trip home, and the cutting of three molars.  Today was the first day that felt calm and relatively healthy.  We made a trip out of the house (cabin fever!) to buy Gloria PJs.  I came home with tiny, sparkly Puma sneakers for her.  Now she’s playing and I’m having a quiet afternoon glass of red wine.  We’re listening to Muse.  Can life get sweeter?