One Sick Little Baby

Molly's got the cold that Ryan and I had last week.  I'd thought maybe she'd get by without picking it up.

Didn't happen.

Her nose is running her straight out of town.

I can't tell if she has a sore throat and when I ask, she just starts crying.

She's never really been sick before.

She's NOT handling it well.

I think she gets that from me...

Generally speaking, she is on the more reasonable side of the Toddler Level of Reasonableness (TLR) scale.  Lately she's been sliding down that scale with regards to specific topics.

For example, what she will wear.

PURPLE.

That's it.

PURPLE.

Not, "make sure there is some purple on my body" kind of purple.  The "I must be swathed head to toe in purple.  Shades of differentiation be damned" kind of purple.

And if she is sliding down the TLR scale when she's feeling well...you can bet your purple pants she's downright nonsensical when she's sick.

Normal Getting Dressed Kinda Morning:

Me:  "Molly it's time to get dressed."

Molly: "Moy" (translation: "Molly")

Me: "You wanna do it?"

Molly: "Moy"

Me:  "Ok, what do you start with?"

Molly: "Book"

~ repeat last two lines 6-7 times~

Me:  "You have till the count of 3 then I'm taking your clothes off of you myself."

Molly: "Un.  Two.  Gee.  Moy!"

Me:  "Ok then, do it.  What do you start with?"

Molly: "Eev" (translation: sleeve) (starts to pull sleeve but can't get it past her wrist)

Me: (starts to pull her sleeve)

Molly:  "Moy!" (said with anger...she's now stuck halfway with arm in and out)

~repeat last three steps 4-5 times~

Me:  "Ok, you tell me when you're ready for me to help you get unstuck."

Molly:  "Help"

~Repeat from "Eev" for other sleeve.~

Molly: takes shirt off of head 80% of the time without getting stuck.

Me: "What's next?"

Molly:  "Button"  (said whilst pushing her nipples and belly buttons in turn)

Me:  "No, those are nipples.  What's next?"

~ Repeat 12 times~

Molly: "Pats" (translation: pants)

Me:  "Yup, can you pull them down?"

Molly:  (grunting) "Ga-E!" (translation:  "Got it!")

Me:  "Awesome, now sit down and pull them off your feet."  (repeated 24 times while also trying to keep her from falling as she tries to run away with her pants at her ankles.)

Molly:  (now sitting) (grunting) "Stuck.  Help"

Me:  "Got it!  What's left?"

Molly:  "Ocks!"  (translation:  "socks!")

Me:  "How do you get them off?"

Molly:  "Back"

Me:  "Let me know when you need help..."
Molly:  "Moy"

Me:  "..."

Molly:  "Moy"

Me:  "..."

Molly:  "Help"

~Repeat for second sock.~

Molly:  (running around the room)  "Nakey, nakey, nakey,  nakey, nakey. Hahahahaha.  Nakey!"  (translation:  "Naked.  Naked.  Naked. Naked. Naked.  Naked.")

Me:  "....Molly...it's time to get dressed...."

Just typing that exhausted me.  I don't have the energy to get you all the way through her getting her clothes on.  So, maybe just read that in reverse and occasionally throw an excited "PURPLE!" coming out of her mouth here and there.

And we do that twice a day.

Getting Dressed Whilst Sick:

Me:  "Molly, it's time to get dressed."

Molly:  "No." (Collapses on the floor face down not moving.)

Me:  "Ok, we can just stay in our jammers today."

Molly:  "Nooooooo!  Clothes."

Me:  "Ok, then let's get dressed!"

Molly:  "Boog"  (translation:  Booger.  Meaning:  she needs to blow her nose.)

~nose blown~

Repeat above 8,476,938 times.

The only reason she's in clothes in these pictures is because she got so much snot on her sleeve that she deemed it "icky" and let me actually get clothes on her.

And the only reason they're not purple is because we ran out of purple clothes.  Literally.  Nothing else was purple enough for her.

Somehow I managed to convince her that black was cool though.

It was that or nakey.