You know. The usual. I blame the hotel room.
So, Becca is eating a diet of milkshakes, Motrin and popsicles to help her throat while spiking 104 temps, and I'm cleaning the house and obsessively checking the Internet while Andrew is following me around whining, and/or learning how to watch TV with his sister.
You know. The usual.
I have my big audition tomorrow night for the choir I was in two years ago, and I'm stricken with fear (I know! Me? No way!) that I'm going to wake up tomorrow with strep. Last year I waddled in to the audition (they audition everyone every year) 8 months pregnant (or 9 months? Was it 9 months pregnant?). My voice cracked on the high note and I told them I wasn't available for the first 6 months of the season. That didn't go over so well, I guess. I am really hoping for a good voice day tomorrow. I've been videotaping myself singing, and wow. If you ever feel like torturing yourself, this is a good way. It is painful for me to watch. But, in lieu of a voice teacher, it seems to be helping. "What am I doing!? I look like a complete FREAK! Why am I slumping over to one side? Why is my mouth doing that? Is my left shoulder just going up and down by itself? This is a disaster!" John patiently sits there trying to play XBox in peace while I scream in horror at my tics.
In other news, Andrew is just getting more and more personality. When I sing, Becca covers her ears and screams, "NOOOOO!" Andrew just looks at me with the most sparkling eyes and smiles. He loves music and smiles and dances whenever one of his toys starts playing music. He also really loves balls. They are by far his favorite toys. He just sort of chases them around the house all day. Or sticks. Any kind of stick will do, even if it is really a magic wand. He loves to bang them on things. Occasionally he'll stop to empty out a kitchen cabinet, or to spit on the floor and play in it. He still doesn't babble a whole lot....but he does say MomMomMomMom--especially when hungry. He pretty much only walks now.....and since he's kind of a short kid, it is pretty funny to see him completely mobile--walking around on the sidewalk outside. He is determined to figure out the little baby slide we have outside, but can't quite understand what he's supposed to do.
Well. Shit. I just pulled Becca's germ-ridden sippy cup out of Andrew's mouth. So much for germ control. And now he's trying to pull my camera off the counter. Guess that's my cue to sign off! I hope you are all having a fun, germ-free holiday...