Fever is gone

Molly's fever was gone by late afternoon yesterday. However, it stuck around long enough to jack up her nap schedule. She got a little over an hour in before she woke up. So last night she was a little wound up, but definitely feeling better. Her appetite returned and she has pretty much returned to normal. We're still going to keep her away from other little ones until we finish the amoxicillin, but I would say she is over whatever it is that got her down.

Last night I went to Muay Thai and came home to Molly and N sitting on the couch watching tv. Oh, and Molly was wearing her bib. Because it's cool. Anyway, N informed me that she had gone down a little after 7:00, but did not fall asleep. She babbled for a bit. Then she reached through her crib and turned on the activity mat we have left set up in the corner of her room. Then she started to smack the toy against the wall to inform daddy she was not tired. N went in and she looked at him and pointed to her booty and said, "Diaper." He got her out and went to change the diaper, but it was clean. She then pointed to herself and said, "Good Girl" and then pointed towards the living room and said, "TV?". She then repeated, "Good girl, tv" a few more times before N carried her out to the living room. I laughed out loud when I heard this. I thought that was pretty damn funny. N put her back down since it was after 8:00 and she did make noise for a bit, but crashed out soon after.

Oh, another cute story from yesterday... I was sitting next to Molly reading the latest issue of Entertainment Weekly while she played with a magnetic alphabet book. She then looked over at me and said (what I thought was), "I love you." Well, more along the lines of "eye wuuv ewe". I told her that I loved her too, but then she just shook her head no at me and said it again. I told her again that I loved her and she sighed. Then she pointed to my magazine and said, "dubba ewe" and pointed at the large red W that started the article I was reading. Looks like Sesame Street is paying off. W has been the letter of the day around here. She's left her love for the number 8 behind at long last.