Drowning in cooties

Thanksgiving brought more than wonderful memories with family, it was also the bringer of the Cootie That Ate My Life.

I spent a week (and a half) miserable, weak, and whiney. Nora made great friends with the Nick Jr. lineup for a week. I couldn't leave the couch, so someone had to watch her. Ha. You wish I was kidding.

We're currently trying to wean her from her technological babysitter. It's unsurprising how quickly she became attached to lying around and watching TV.

Now that I'm back to a decent energy level, even though I still have a lingering cough, Nora and I have been playing games and reading books. In ten days she'll be seventeen months old and she's still only saying three, or four, words. I'm not sure how to encourage her to be more verbal. I thought she was going to start, because she said new words after Thanksgiving, but I got sick and she quit.

So, yeah. That's on my mind.