Pinta got up this morning at her regular hour. Make that hours. She wakes like the way an old car starts. She cries a bit at, say, 5 AM, then 5:17, or so, and again a little longer at 5:45, and so on. Following the advice of Dr. Weissbluth, author of the popular and accomplished piece of fiction "Healthy Sleep Habits, Happy Child," we always leave her in the crib until 6 AM.
Santa Maria got her and I stayed in bed. That's when the fun began. Pinta vomited her morning bottle, and she hasn't stopped getting sick since. My response was to comfort her, and then get on the phone with the local laundramat for a pick up and head to the stove to make chicken soup.
Pinta is not the only one having a bad day. When I got to work, I saw in the Wall Street Journal that the makers of one of my most beloved cheeses, Parmigiano Reggiano, are going broke. The Italian government is riding to the rescue with a bailout, though, so there's hope. Now if only someone could come to wee little Pinta's rescue.
There's a nasty stomach virus thing going around - it's started for the season. Remember last season's Noro Virus!
Wash your hands!
Posted by: THD | December 10, 2008 at 07:35 PM