Anika's newest word is "no-no-no-no-no," as in, when you say, Anika, please don't touch that sharp object or put that piece of plastic in your mouth or shred that piece of paper towel or grind those tiny bits of coffee cake into the nice carpet, she'll grin and shimmy her head from side to side and say, "no-no-no-no-no."
That feeling of negativity pretty much sums up the past few days, actually, as we've been battling another Cold of the Century here at the Morillo household, with Ani and mom up coughing and sneezing and Tylennol-ing at all hours of the night. We are also starting to get a bit stir-crazy after not leaving the house in four days. And you know it's bad when Anika sees the kleenex box and starts pretending to blow her nose.
Ah, spring, wherefore art thou?
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