Not the best; I spent most of Wednesday feeling like death warmed up due to a bout of diarrhea and nausea to go with it, attempting, with a small degree of success, to be bedridden and receiving sympathy from nobody except a two-year-old. Actually, it was very sympathetic of her to play nicely by herself and let me doze for a while.
The next day I was feeling much more like myself, but then Emma started with a bit of diarrhea, too. On Friday she still had it so we called the doctor who prescribed medicine and a very specific diet (see below). She seems to be better now, two days into the three-day course of treatment, so that's a relief, and in fact she has been her usual bouncy, cheeky self the whole time, perhaps a little sleepier than normal, that's all.
The latter part of the week has been pretty restricted for both me and Emma; the doctor's recommendations for Emma were fruit (only apple, pear, guava and banana), rice, chicken, carrot and potato (I made a broth with chicken, carrots and potatoes but she would only eat two spoonfuls of it), salty crackers and jelly (that goes down very well!). No milk, of course. Instead, I've been making atole (a kind of Mexican drink of custard-like consistency) from rice flour. Emma's not fooled, obviously. She's not keen when I try to give it to her as if it were milk, but she loved it this morning as a breakfast drink blended with fruit.
I've been following a similar diet, though not as strict, and have been resisting the urge to drink coffee for several days. What suffering.
Emma is getting really chatty and I can hardly keep up with all the new words she says. She now says her name with both syllables, instead of just "ma". She never gets tired of saying her own name! A few more of her frequently-used words are:
Oh-ay (okay - not too hot or cold, not broken)
Ho(t) (accompanied by waving of hands). Cold is expressed by an Ooh! and a little shiver!
"Ping, pong, papas!" - a little nonsense rhyme her grandmother taught her. We sometimes have fun changing the last word, e.g. Ping, pong, Emma! Ping, pong, bananas! It makes her giggle.
Ya mo, ya mo - no more/ not any more. She's been using this phrase a lot recently, particularly with things she doesn't like - her medicine, for example.
Emma can now jump lifting both her feet off the floor at the same time and she loves bouncing on the bed.
I've noticed her growing awareness of writing and the idea that letters represent sounds and that words have meaning, particularly that a word can say her own name. I've been pointing out her name written in different places - on birthday cards, especially - and telling her "This says Emma". The other day she pointed out a big number 2 on the front of her birthday card (a late arrival, slow post from England!) and said "Emma". A couple of days ago she grabbed the pen I had been using and started "writing" backwards along a line in my notebook. I asked her what she was writing and she answered, "Emma, Emma".
Out and about
On Monday I took Emma into town. I particularly wanted to see an exhibition of sculptures by Leonora Carrington, an English artist who lived in Mexico from 1942 up until her death in 2011 at the age of 94. She started making these large bronze sculptures in her later years; strange and eerie hybrids of human, animal, plant and object that I find really fascinating.
The exhibition was outdoors, under and along the arches of the aqueduct that one of the characteristic landmarks of Queretaro. When I got there I soon realised this was the worst ever location for an art exhibition. The arches go down the middle of a busy road and you can't really walk along under them, not with a sleeping toddler in a pushchair, that's for sure. So I could only look at the sculptures from the distance of the opposite pavement, surrounded by traffic noise and fumes. It was quite unpleasant, in fact. Still, I'm glad I went. After that, we had a leisurely mooch around the centre, which is always interesting.
If you're interested, this page has more information about Leonora Carrington, her life and work. I think she was an inspirational and unique person.
My Quote of the Week is from her.
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