I Have A Headache This Big, And It Has Stefan Written All Over It!

I spent most of this snow day in bed...slightly maddening. I didn't have anything to do, we've had so many snow days that I've caught up on everything pertinent. I'm slightly sick of having pain (yesterday my back/shoulder, today my head). After downing all the asprin/Excedrin I deemed safe, I hopped back into bed with a baby raring to go for the morning.

"How can I meaningfully entertain him and manage a migraine that had me in tears?" I wondered.

We started slow, working with resources at hand...blankets for "peek-a-boo", pillows to fall into, tissues to rip and "snow" (yes, we've all been battling colds on top of everything, two boxes of Kleenex ready to tear!). This was all great until he started exploring and crawling to the edge of the bed. Tortoises know when to stop, so as to not plummet, Stefan does not.

Into bed came the bath toys: foamy things and balls. The toys from their bright red lady bug container, taken out, put back in, taken out, back in, out, in, out...all over the bed...it never ends with "in", does it? I decorated him, he decorated me, we laughed and giggled. His giggle is way too contagious, so I started giggling more. Some baby rough housing thrown in for good measure. A few moments into our play, and I was feeling better already. Maybe it was the drugs, but honestly, they hadn't been digested. Some good old fashioned silliness took the edge off my searing headache.

It didn't cure anything, Stefan had a 2 hour nap buddy later in the afternoon, and only now at 5:00 pm (with taking more drugs and having a PB and Tahini sammich) am I able to comfortably sit in front of this lit computer, or in any light at all. The whole day could have been a bust, but it wasn't. I am so happy I've gotten to do what I've intended by not returning to work full time: Spend lots of time with my cool little guy.

PS Last night's/today's cool things included telling Stefan where the cat's ears were and having him point to his ears without prompting, knocking on Dad's door for visits at work, "calling" the birds to come get bread crumbs:  he was copying my inflection saying "here birdies" and doing a "kissing" sound like I was using to call them; feeding himself soup and apple sauce!