The best time of the year?

Time flies - cliched but how appropriate. Can't believe just one year ago I was still trying to work out the supply/demand mechanics of breast feeding, trying to avoid the projectile excretion of a new infant and freezing my butt off in the unforgiving New York winter.

Now I'm back at work, still testing the limits of human sleep deprivation. Having offspring is hard work but what's worse is having one that is sick. Poor bubby (Aussie speak for baby:) caught a pretty bad case of the flu this week. Her eyes, usually glazed with hints of cheekiness, were now dull and teary.

But being the trooper that she is, she braved on despite the wimpering, showing signs of her usual self with the occasional burst of energetic crawling and little cherubic giggles.

Her ped said that she's got some minor ear infection as well, typical of "ang moh" kids. Between Mongolian spots and ear infections, she's got the bad end of the "mixed kid" stick.

Anyway, it's now day 3 since her viral onset and it looks like we got through the worst of it although our helper has more vomitus sodden washing to deal with.