Last night Winnie was pretty sick and threw up multiple times. The excitement began around bedtime, so Thor was on hand for the festivities. As I was holding Winnie over the toilet, he was full of encouragement. “It’s OK, Winnie.” “Oh, look… good job, Winnie.” “Whoa... big throw-up, Winnie!” And so forth. Winnie, for some reason, didn’t seem to find all the affirmation particularly helpful. Still, it was nice of Thor to offer it.
I also discovered that Winnie can be a little demanding when she’s sick. She was curled up on our bed, looking terribly pathetic, and asking for various items – her pacifier, a couple of different snuggly blankets, and her stuffed doggie. When she finally had everything she wanted, she looked hilarious surrounded by all of her various comfort items, but she contentedly drifted off to sleep.
(She’s feeling much better now. )
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