When Daddy gets the flu....

you spend a little more time in your crib whining after you wake up and a little less time playing "I'm gonna eat that tummy" on the floor with him.

you practice holding your own bottle with a pillow and a towel under it because Daddy keeps dozing off.

you spend a lot more time with Mommy from 11pm to 6am.


you wake up every time Daddy coughs while you're trying to sleep on his chest because he doesn't want to get out of bed to walk you to your crib once your asleep.

you get to watch the big TV thing with bright colored pictures on it, without fear of  your Bumbo seat being turned to face away from it.  Daddy just says... "Hey... hey... looky over here...  I got toys...  Woohoo... toys"  and waves some plastic junk at you from the couch every so often.

you have plenty of time to practice slapping, pinching, staring at, and eating the hands of your twin who's lying next to you on the play mat.

you have plenty of time to practice slapping, pinching, staring at, and eating the hands of your Daddy who's lying next to your play mat asleep on the rug.

you hear him say "Shhhhhhhhh" a lot more even when you're privately squeaking to your twin about something that does not pertain to him.

your stuffed monkey loses its eyes to one of those black furry things that run around the house because Daddy didn't see this so-called "puppy" commit the theft while you slept.

mostly... it's just not as much fun around here when Daddy doesn't feel good.