She's back to normal. My Kyra Shea is back to her old cheerful, playful self. Mind you she's trying to get another cold. Another hack has started up again yesterday. But who cares, when she's back to normal?
You see, I mentioned a few days ago about how Kyra had been sick. Well she was a terror. An absolute terror. I'm quite certain that the fact she was sick in the middle of the move didn't help matters any. Not feeling well, new surroundings, Mommy's stressed without Daddy. It was horrible and I don't ever want to move with a sick baby again. Ever. As in never ever.
A few days ago she was running around the house, arms outstretched, making some noise with her mouth. She looked like she was mimicking an airplane. Who knows, maybe she was. But it was the first sign of play I had seen out of her in over a week. And today? She played all day. It was a great day. It was a happy day. I love days like today, it makes all the bad days worth it.
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