Sunday

Advent Sunday, one of my favourite days of the year. Marking the official preparation for Christmas. And we weren't at church.

The Little Princess woke up a little poorly, with a temperature of 40.9c (105.6F for my stateside friends). Miss Mog woke up snotty but happy - again, combined, they make one properly poorly child. But separately they only have half an illness each. Mog doesn't seem to be poorly at all, just snotty. This we like.

TLP on the other hand was doing what she does best when she is poorly; becoming very affectionate and wanting lots of cuddles and snuggles and kisses. Temp came down beautifully mid morning and stayed normal until around 3, after which it climbed back up to 39. And now she's lying in bed uttering gibberish about having undone things again. But seems to be otherwise fine. Why do they always get iller at bedtime?

Tia