We're feeling better -- well, Ada and I are. Jeffrey has finally succumbed to the cold part. Happy Birthaversary my love!
While she's been sick, Ada has been waking up cheerful and full of energy. She sings, dances, destroys, and generally makes the cute.
I knew she was feeling better today, albeit a little tired, when she woke up as her normal jerky self.
"Do you want milk?"
"How about water?"
(I poke her in her belly just to annoy her)
"Uh UH! CARRY ME!"
Then I pick her up and carry her around while I make coffee and she does about 10 minutes of nerve-grating wingeing noises that make me want to tie her to a hill top.
The fun part this morning was when she mimicked me saying, with great feeling, "I HATE THIS!" it even came with a trademark Kat Foot Stomp and a little fist shaking.
Sometimes when things aren't going particularly well between us, I like to look at pictures of her when she is being adorable. It keeps me from selling her for big bucks. Here are a few recent ones.
|From the other day: Ada doesn't always refer to painting as painting, but frequently as "I make dots!"|
|Getting ready to go to school Thursday... before the pestilence hit.|
|Her legs kill me. Even when she's being an asshat, I still want to grab her and munch her legs.|