Joe still had his reindeer nose come Monday, but Clara had napped hers off. She has been just the tiniest bit under the weather with just the tiniest bit of a cold, but it wasn't so tiny that it wasn't affecting her sleep. When sick, Birdie sleeps fitfully and not very well unless she is nestled against Ted or Julie. Sunday afternoon, she padded downstairs mewling and sad and climbed up on the couch on top of Julie and slept while Julie read and Ted and Joe made the Swiss Crisp cookies Ted grew up eating at Christmas. When Clara was little bitty, she often slept on Julie's chest, and continued to do so even when she was more of a would-be colt--all arms and legs. It'd been some time since Birdie had fallen asleep on top of Julie, and while Julie wouldn't wish Clara sick, but it was a lovely way to spend Sunday afternoon all the same.
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