It’s been a week.
Just when I was starting to get back to semi-regular blogging, the baby got the flu. Actually, we both got the flu.
My husband was complaining of feeling feverish and sick last Sunday, but I kind of blew him off since we’d had a long stressful weekend with the baptism (there will be pictures once a certain large trousers wearing grandfather actually sends them to me). Anyways, I gave him some ibuprofen and told him to relax. He’d mentioned a sore throat a few times, but I didn’t think much of it since allergies are so bad this year.
Turns out he was patient zero.
Charlotte woke up screaming at midnight on Wednesday night. She went right back to sleep with a pacifier, but that was a pretty good hint that something was wrong. She never wakes up at night and on the very rare occasion that she does, it’s not screaming. She also woke up that morning screaming (also never happens), so we were unsurprised by her temperature of 101. By Thursday night, we were both miserable and my husband found all four of us (me, sick baby, and two dogs) in our king size bed. I ordered a pizza and called it a night.
Anyways, she’s feeling much better, besides the constantly running nose, but I’m not shaking this very fast. I’m exhausted and achy and feel like I’m drowning a little. I’m so glad I dropped out of the half marathon tomorrow, because I’d be screwed. Also, while my IT band is finally pain-free, I’ve developed plantar faciitis. Could make my 10K in a few weeks kind of suck.
Moving on, to something awesome, this totally happened:
My husband found out about McFarland’s Llama Farms Open Barn event (apparently this is a yearly thing). He decided this was something I needed to do, so he dragged my pathetic sickly butt (we had all been fever free for over 24 hours and thus not contagious) to meet some llamas.
We got to pet llamas and see babies up close. Some moron flipped out because the baby llamas were nursing in public. Seriously. There was also a barn were I got some hand-dyed llama wool to make a scarf (yes, I do know how to knit, although it has been awhile and I’m not that great at it). There was also a ton of food and hot cider.
We also had the option of buying a starter herd (8 for $8000) with Christmas delivery, but my killjoy husband said no. I guess I will have to settle for a new lens for my birthday.
The farm also had a pen of goats that we could pet. As you all know, Charlotte adores goats, so we took her to see them. She spent most of our visit laughing at the animals and smiling at the people (we were stopped no less than three times by people telling us how beautiful she is).
I tried to convince my husband it was time for me to stay with my people and be the Grizzly Man of llamas, but he said no. I guess I’ll just have to move on to my next bucket-list item of making a viral YouTube video.