We've had a rough weekend. All of our weekend plans got scuttled as Aisling was quite sick with the cold. The typical runny nose, and irritating cough which was compounded by a very high fever. Burning hot little child who wanted to be held all the time. No appetite. A tired whiny cry and a pale little face. When she managed to fall asleep, the coughing would wake her up a short time later. At one point, her coughing led to her throwing up - in bed. So we spent the weekend dosing her with Advil and Tylenol, which meant was had to hold her down and forcefully get the medication past clenched teeth. Lots of cool baths to get her body temperature down. And lots of cuddling.
In the midst of this, she uttered her fist multi-word sentence.
Devlin rushed past her, and accidentally knocked her into the kitchen cabinet. She bonked her head. The crying started almost immediately. As she sputtered, she said, quite clearly despite the soother in her mouth, "I want my Daddy!"
Wow - her first real sentence. Although Wayne disputes this, stating it's a learned response from hearing the other children and not a sentence she devised herself.
Whatever. It's still more than two words put together.
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