A couple of weeks ago Iddo informed me that when she gets to be an adult she’ll get to type on computers, read all the books (not just the ones she has memorized), and push all the buttons in the car.
Yesterday for me being the adult meant I could have tater tots and M&Ms for lunch while watching Star Trek: TNG. Because I’m an adult like that.
Last night being an adult meant I got up at 4am when Shimri threw up (Brett had already gotten up with Iddo at 1am when she threw up), cleaned her up, and then held her on my chest while she dozed fitfully and threw-up four more times (I was prepared though, there was a burp rag underneath her so she got the throw-up on that and then I just wiped her face off with it, got a new one, and started the process over again), before we both finally fell asleep for a little over half an hour around 8:30 in the morning.
Being an adult definitely has its highs and lows. And while some day Iddo will be able to type on computers, read all the books (how awesome that she aspires to that!) and push the buttons in the car, it also won’t be quite as socially acceptable for her to wear butterfly wings and hug a stuffed animal while getting a flu shot.