This was not how either of us thought we'd be spending the week. She puking into a metal bowl. Me disinfecting every surface. Twice.
Confined to her yellow loveseat, she's watched nearly every Disney movie we own and whole seasons of PBS programming. And just when I think I'll go mad if I see one more episode of Wild Kratts, she turns off the TV and asks me to read to her.
We're halfway through her first foray into Narnia. I can't think of a more perfect book to escape into during a week of sickness. The Chronicles of Narnia are my comfort food. They're the books my mom read aloud to me as a child, and the ones I turned to after my dad died. I hope for the same for her - that the adventures of the four Pevensie children will capture her heart and imagination, transporting her from her bowl and her couch into a marvelous land called Narnia. And that she'll want to return again and again.
What is your "comfort food" book?