It's really awesome, because I felt horrible this weekend. Yesterday seemed to be the last of it, and I'm nearly normal again. (Well, as normal as I get.) Tillie has spent a lot of time helping Daddy hang a door in the basement, watch Battlestar Galactica and organize boxes.
It also means that she's become a total Daddy's Girl. She squeals, "Dada!!!" when she sees him. Tim would probably buy her a pony if she would ask for one. She giggles with glee when I place her on his lap.
Today, Tim went to see Avatar (again) with Lucas.
Today I shared my chocolate cake with Tillie.
I think we're BFFs again.