Petra has the sickness again...or at least a very bad cold. It kept her and me up most of the night; yes, I realize that of all nights I needed sleep it was last night.
Never-the-mind. I managed to sleep in a bit this morning. Petra even brought over her favorite Aunt Molly dime-store teddy bear for me to hug while I slept.
And good ole Natche: the car was cleaned and fully stocked with party supplies while we slept.
But back to Petra. She doesn't have a fever and appears to be her normal self today; the poor thing, however, has a bright red nose from blowing it so much. But she's wearing those darn Cars pajamas--she refuses to take them off when we're home--and she's drinking chocolate milk while watching the Wiggles Hot Potato Live tour DVD. I think she'll manage through the cold.
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