My daughter is not shy or quiet by any stretch of the imagination.
Today, however, she is not herself. We have had a very busy weekend and Daddy has been full of a cold and cough for a while and I think Tori has at least managed to catch the snotty bit – judging by how frequently I find myself chasing her with a tissue in comparison to usual.
She is very quiet. She is sitting in the corner of her playpen with a teddy on her lap and just staring blankly at nothing in particular. She slept in late. She didn’t finish breakfast. She’s not giggling or singing to herself. She isn’t smiling at me when she happens to glance over.
These all added together equals the certain knowledge that my baby girl isn’t feeling on top of the world and it makes me sad. I’m thankful that she’s not burning up or wailing in discomfort but I would much rather have her bouncing round the room than being a quiet little dot in the corner. (I know, half the time I’m wishing she’d sit still for five minutes to give me a rest and now she *is* doing I’m complaining about it…)
I’m sure it’s just a cold and she’s probably got that spaced out feeling you have when your nose, ears and throat are all bunged up and you just want to snuggle under a duvet and watch rubbish TV. So I’ve dug out the Disney DVDs and, hopefully, after a day just relaxing and doing as little as she wants to, my little CakeyBake will be back to her happy, noisy, giggly, confident self tomorrow.
Fingers crossed.
