Doogie_Howser_MD_290x400I'm sick. Like hacking cough, if my life were a movie this would be DEATH FORESHADOWING, sick. If you remember, I also had a cold a few short weeks ago. It seems that I was permitted to get better long enough to prepare and host Mazzy's birthday party but as soon as it was over, I was sentenced to a fate far worse than the cold I started with. 

You see, I have also lost my voice. 

I've never lost my voice before and always thought it would be fun, but this SUCKS BIGTIME. Why do people keep asking me questions when they know it is painful for me to answer? And then those same people ask me to repeat myself over and over again because they can't hear me??? Maybe my husband can answer this question, HMMMM????

And why do other smaller people pitch a fit unless I read to them at bedtime even though there is someone else with a perfectly capable voice watching football in the next room???

And why does that football watching person in the next room act like he is the victim in this situation because he is condemned to live with someone who can't get rid of their horrible hacking cough???

I went to the doctor today and he said it's just a really bad cold and there is nothing they can do. I kind of wish it was a raging sinus infection so I could get some meds.

I guess I will just have to wait it out.

(She says while singlehandedly destroying forests to replenish her never ending supply of tissues.) 

Because of the cold and the general misery, I do not have much to impress you with today. No fancy charts, no funny pictures, nothing.

So instead, I will turn this blog post over to Mazzy. My very advanced 24 month old who will wow you with her literacy. 



Now. I know Mazzy is not actually reading this book, but in my mind, a ridiculous memory is just as impressive. I have read "I Can Share" just as many times as she has, but I can't repeat it back to you verbatim.

I would also like to make the point, not in a bragging sort of way, but in a "don't worry about your own toddler" sort of way…

Mazzy is advanced for her age. This is a factual thing told to us at Mazzy's first pre-preschool parent-teacher conference last week. Apparently, most kids will catch up to her in a year or two and we don't necessarily have the next Doogie Howser on our hands.

But that's okay, because as long as she can forge his signature and get me some meds so I can get rid of this GODFORSAKEN HEAD COLD, I'm totally okay with that.