Dinosaur music
Mallory picked up some form of illness yesterday or the day before which manifested itself in a rapid transformation from happy kid to fever-ridden rag doll between the time Irene left the park after day care and the time she arrived home.
Mallory slept poorly. We were up a few times, and I broke out the Ibuprophen, frustrated that we only had the stuff for infants. I guess that’s an indication of how lucky we’ve been, but at the time I didn’t feel quite so lucky.
She slept til 8:30 and was miserable so I volunteered to stay home with her.
Our day was filled with low-key activities and many cute moments, despite her still being sick.
At some point I turned on the music – a random selection of reggae (it used to work when I was off work with her) – she quickly said, “I don’t like that music.â€
I skipped to the next song. Same thing.
“I don’t like that kind of music.â€
“What kind of music do you like?†I asked.
“Dinosaur music.â€



