It’s late as I write this. The weekend is a blur of sunshine on green grass, kids with ice cream faces smiling through tiredness, trips to the city to help a friend celebrate the publication of her book, buying honey sticks at the farmers’ market, planting a garden, ferry rides, a meal at Danny’s restaurant with three kids under five chattering and climbing the booth, and coughing.
Unfortunately, there was a lot of coughing.
Poor Lu. We didn’t pay it much attention when she caught a cold last weekend. We all did. We’d been working on a big project that consumed our time and made us smile. By the weekend, we were ready to collapse together. She sniffled and snuffled but ran at her usual, gleeful pace. In the middle of the week, she ran a little fever, then kicked it. We thought she had a little bug.
And then she coughed all night long and cried the rest of the time.
This morning, we took her to the doctor. Double ear infection. The beginning of pneumonia.
Thank goodness for antibiotics.
So today, rather than sunlight and ice cream faces, brought snuggle time on the couch, Sesame Street, a toppling pile of books, and coughing that slowly started to diminish after a dose of bright-pink liquid. (And cherry popsicles. Life’s not so bad when there are cherry popsicles.) Lu will be fine soon. I’m not complaining about the chance to be with her all day, feeling the weight of her leaning against my chest. Sometime soon, she’ll be running and dancing again.
However, I’m pretty darned exhausted. That rhubarb crumble I was going to share? That’s going to have to wait until tomorrow.
Tonight, however, I’d love to hear from you.
Everyone’s responses to my question about how to bake without dairy? Generous and helpful. I love this community.
Let’s do it again.
How do you bake without eggs?
(I’ll link to this post when I put up a recipe with eggs in it.)
Go. I want to hear from you.