Sick Buggy = New Toys

First of all, WAR EAGLE!  Thank goodness Auburn won the National Championship, otherwise, I think I would have to put my husband on suicide watch!  I've also been instructed to make a correction to my previous post.  Apparently, Doug did cry on our wedding day and during Buggy's birth...however, I never witnessed either event!

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I was saving these toys for our next snow day, but seeing that pitiful runny nose and hearing that terrible cough made me cave in and bring them out today.  It's been a good month since Buggy was sick, so I'd be lying if I said I was surprised to hear her screaming "Mommmyyyy!" from her crib at 1am this morning, burning up with fever.  So, after a few doses of Tylenol, a couple of late night baths and about five Dora the Explorer episodes, we're both tuckered out today. 

Fortunately, we have a Walmart value size jug of OJ in the fridge and a few new toys to keep us busy. 

Every little tomgirl needs an auto garage with lots of trucks to play with!

And in my desperate attempt to get this girl potty trained before her brother or sister gets here, I got her a Potty Elmo.  She's getting the hang of giving him his sippy and putting him on the potty, but still has no interest whatsoever in doing it herself. She'd sit around in a dirty diaper all day if it was up to here.  Sigh.

Making Elmo and Abby kiss!

At least she's making an attempt to have a good time, even if she's not feeling 100%.

I'm just hoping that we both get a little bit of sleep tonight...