I just observed a hospital worker eating a bagel with cream cheese and bacon. Frankly, I think its brilliant and I am so going to buy some vegetarian bacon to try it on my low carb bagels! Actually, I think I could go for some nice salty lox, and I think its time for a Trader Joe's run.
Sofia was up all night. Lack of communication caused Chris and I to both give her benadryl for her cold, thus resulting in a canceling out of the sleepiness side effect and we had a supercharged hallucinating baby. At one point around midnight she was laughing manically and bouncing up and down.
Her newest trick, a variation of the "Sofia Flop" (where she intentionally falls down on her ass) is to throw a pillow off the couch and dive bomb onto the floor face first. Yes, we have a gymnast. All these antics and she still refuses to walk.
We have regular conversations about religion and politics. She babbles and speaks with excellent comedic timing. Her current platform for Ocean County Clerk is la la la, pftttttttt, tick tock.
Sofia is a beacon of light in all this mess. She keeps me in check. Children are impressionable and do pick up on emotion. I am genuinely calm and serene and happy when I am with her. On our way to NYC today I was thinking while riding through the tunnel how in a few years, we won't remember all the details about our treks to NYC for cancer treatment. I won't remember the pictures hung in the cafeteria or the signs hawking silly bandz. We'll tell Sofia stories about how we dropped her off at 5 am in the dark at Uncle Skip and Aunt Jean's house, clutching her ladybug pillow pet, How she would sit on the bed with them and watch the news and play with their cats. How she got thrush from her pacifiers and we had to paint her lips with violet dye.
The long rides with Chris, fighting over each other's driving, listening to his Cliff Claven commentary about EVERYTHING.
It doesn't take long for people to forget.
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