This is what happens to 3-year-old’s by March when you live in New York. She’s crazy with boredom and hopped up on SpongeBob repeats.

We all need to get out of the house!! I promise next year I’ll get my flu shot, and I’ll try not to stress and I’ll make the girls take their vitamins (ha!) and maybe JUST maybe, we won’t all be sick for the vast majority of the winter months.

In case you were wondering, we’re sick again.

Actually, mostly it’s me that’s sick. I have shingles, a disease I thought limited mainly to 75 year old men. I’ve had it for 2-3 weeks now, and yes it’s painful but not excruciatingly so. The girls know not to hug me on my left side. I thought everyone else was healthy until this afternoon, when I noticed that Emily seemed a bit off. At one point she curled up like a little shrimp around my hip and didn’t lift her head for an hour. Then when I tried to move her, she put a little clammy hand on my arm and I thought…”uh oh…”

My mommy senses told me to take her temperature and sure enough, 102.5! Jim is always amazed that I know when a child is sick even before the child seems to know, but thus is the power of motherhood.

Emily is “sleeping” on daddy who is really sleeping on the couch.

I can’t wait for spring!!