They keep growing, even when they are sick

Wow, I write in my blog one day and the next thing I know it's almost a month later. But I have a good reason.

My husband and I recently had our first experience with sickness. I have decided that there is little that is worse than a sick baby. What began as a cold turned in to tonsillitis and a double ear infection, which meant Sofia's first round of antibiotics and trip to the ER. She wasn't herself. She didn't play, she slept all day and she completely lost her appetite. And the worst were the nights she kept us up screaming, trying to tell us she was hurting but we had no idea where or how to fix it.

Luckily she's a trooper and she pulled through after two long weeks and finally she's back to her playful, silly self. I missed it so much. Suddenly she's doing things she didn't do before she was sick, and every little accomplishment is that much more exciting. She crawls everywhere, stands at the table and bangs. She drops things. On purpose. Then laughs. Oh how she laughs. There is no sound better than a baby's laughter. If you can think of something better, I'll buy you a coffee. There just isn't, and that's final. She gives hugs, blows raspberries, claps her hands and plays with her hair. She's becoming a little princess and I love it.

This week the snow began to melt and we ventured outside for the first time in what feels like years, but is really just weeks. Well, maybe months. It has been a long winter, and it felt so good to breathe in the fresh air. Sofia enjoyed it too, as she rode in her stroller for the first time this year, bigger and more attuned to her surroundings than the last time. I'm looking forward to warmer weather and many more outings this spring and summer. And hoping for no more sickness cause I think we've had enough around here.