Wednesday, January 20, 2016

Sick Baby

I know, she's not a baby.  But when she's sick, well she's MY baby. 

Claire was under the weather this weekend so we spent it at home, basically hibernating. I brought the girls over for some company and we watched football, and Frozen, and made YouTube videos. Here are my little viral stars.



I also let Claire take multiple baths a day because she felt good just sitting in the warm water.  Since Monday was a holiday, it would have been our third day just being in the house.  And because I had let DP take the car instead of dropping him to work like I normally do on holidays, Gigi and I decided to walk to Starbucks for breakfast.  With Claire on her bicycle of course.  I never pass up the chance for one of their bacon, egg, and gouda sandwiches even though I am not a huge fan of their coffee.

 
 
Starbucks was packed, and after we finally got our order, Claire had a total meltdown complete with yelling and kicking me.  I marched her right out of the store but before I could even give her the growling she so deserved, she said she'd be good and can she please still have her cake pop.  Well duh, I'm not wasting a $3 ball of smushed cake crumbs.  So we went back in and she was good, and Gigi told me that everyone was staring at us and how embarrassing it was for her.  She explained all this to me over her giant chocolate chip cookie and extra caramel, caramel Frappuccino.  Obviously I didn't feel sorry for her.  But I was embarrassed by Claire's behavior too. Hope it's not a sign of things to come!

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