We went back to the doctor this morning so they could check P’s breathing again, and she said it sounded like she’s improving. As long as the fever is gone by tomorrow, Poppy is also cleared for travel and some gentle, relaxed fun with her grandparents and cousins this weekend. Yesterday I was very much leaning toward “I am absolutely not letting my baby out of my sight,” but her eyes are so much brighter and her spirits so much higher today. As long as she doesn’t decline between now and tomorrow afternoon, I think I’m going to let her go.

Thank you for all of your prayers! It looks like they’re working.

8/52

A new-to-us show from Netflix.

“Lost Cities“

Very little forethought.

The date-planning duties have been mine for the last … well, for a lot of weeks now. I feel like I’ve been doing a pretty poor job of the “planning” part, but we have, at least, been spending a decent amount of time together. Once again, I didn’t really plan anything in particular for our date. Instead, we played cards for a little while and then watched the first couple of episodes of “Firefly.” We had a nice, relaxing weekend.

And then Monday happened.

Poppy has had a bad cough the last few days, and yesterday she developed a pretty high fever. The fever was even worse this morning, so I took her to the doctor. They sent us on for a chest X-ray, which told us what I’d feared: She has pneumonia. It’s mild, and she’s on antibiotics now. She’ll go back to the doctor tomorrow morning, where I’m hoping they say she’s on the mend. But we’ve had plans to go out of town this weekend for months. The kids were going to go to their cousins’ house with the grandparents for the weekend. Petey might still go, but I’m pretty sure Poppy and I will be staying home. And the two of us are most definitely bummed about that.

Pete: “I want a birthday party for my lunch tomorrow. I want it after my lunch. I would like a cupcake. I want a cupcake for myself in awhile.”

Poppy, after having her hair braided into pigtails: “I look like Rapunzel. I look ladyish.”

Poppy, upon being told to fold her pajamas and put them on her bed: “I don’t like to wear them two nights! It makes me cross.”

Pete: “I goin’ to California.”
Me: “OK, honey. Have a safe trip.”
Pete: “Oops, I give you a kiss.”
He gives me a kiss.
Pete: “I goin’ to the grocery store to get a cookie. Oops! I forgot my pocket. Oops! I forgot my wife.”
Me: “Your wife?!? Where’s your wife?”
Pete: “On the ground. OK, I got my wife.”