Sunday, February 07, 2016

No church for Zoë

Zoë and I are staying home from church this morning, because reasons.

We woke up late because we went to bed late (not for lack of trying to get to bed earlier, mind you) and Andrew was letting us sleep in, but then Benjamin flung his cereal bowl across the kitchen (accidentally?) and Andrew got busy cleaning that up and lost track of time. I woke up on my own at 10:15. We have to leave the house at 10:30 so I hurriedly got dressed and got Zoë, who was blindly crawling around on our bed because her eyes were completely glued shut with what I came into the marriage calling "sleep" and what Andrew came into the marriage calling "eye boogers" and which I think we should perhaps compromise and call "eye gunk." Or something. Because I'm not about to start calling them eye boogers full time. At any case, Zoë's eyes were completely crusted over with the stuff, which I loosened and wiped away with a warm washcloth.

She was pretty happy after she was able to open her eyes and for the next several minutes I rode on the to-go-or-not-to-go seesaw, ultimately deciding to stay at home when her nose turned into an ooey-gooey snoterfall. We both sound a bit like frogs, she and I, but I can't tell if I'm sick, too, or if it's from lack of sleep.

And she's spent the last fifteen minutes pathetically crying on my lap, so it's probably best that we stayed home. Hopefully everyone else made it on time...


  1. This photo is SO disgusting! Not the baby, of course. Just the snot!

  2. Now THERE is a photo for her future wedding reception slide show...