Not The Smartest Move

Jeremy decided last night that he was going to go Christmas shopping today. With Kyra. Who is still not quite up to par.

I think he is in this whole denial thing that Kyra might still be ill and contagious. She's happy, she looks healthy, she only poo'd once yesterday and it was only kinda yucky. (as opposed to 10 times and out right gross) But, the child still isn't all that fond of eating and drinking.

Yesterday we (read: I) got her to eat a small breakfast, a morning snack and a 2 1/2 fish sticks for dinner. She also up'd her fluid intake to about 25 ounces of milk.

Improvement, right? Still not well enough that I'd trust to take her out in public and not get the rest of the town infected with her cooties. Jeremy, on the other hand, sees this as a fun opportunity to spend time with Kyra and give me some much needed time to myself. Thoughtful. I'll give him that.

So, to those of you who live in my town and happen to know my family, if you see the husband and the kiddo around today, turn the other direction and run. Neither one of them are cootie free yet.