So, Kate and I were up the entire night last night - literally. At one point, I really felt like I wasn't going to make it. Kate was really sick. Today was an important day at work...I couldn't call in....but, Kate couldn't go to her Day-Care because she had a fever. We talked it over and declared it "Take Your Sick Baby to Work" Day. I had no other option. So, Kate came and sat on my office floor and played with notebooks, empty formula cans, measuring cups, keys, and the cord on my phone. It was exhausting, to say the least. I had to time everything just right - just as she was beginning to get tired of beating on the formula can, I would move her onto my lap to play with the phone cord...once that lost it's luster, I would hand her my keys, next was the measuring cups, followed by the notebook....and we did that all day long, over and over again. To add excitement to the ritual, Kate did a loose-poop the size of Alabama all over her clothes, blanket and mom's pants. She just laid there and smiled at me, as though she had given me the best present. We used the entire thing of wipes to clean it up. It was a good time. Everyone that stopped by my office today commented on what a nice girl Kate is. I am amazed that God chose me to be her Mom. She is an amazing child who brings smiles to all she meets - even when she's a poopy pants.
