Oh blow Izzie is sick again - just can't seem to get her right.

She woke up at 2 this morning and limped along the hall to our room sniffing and crying and all hot and bothered. She brought her collection of bits and pieces with her - namely the pop collection. It took her ages to get comfy in bed. She wanted her PJs straight and her pops in the right place, then she wanted a "Little drink please thank you " then the pillow was wrong, then the blankets and it went on like that for a while. When she was finally comfy, all snuggled up in my arms and drifting off to sleep, I heard her whisper, only half to me, "Safe and sound"

Just lovely poor little magical mite.,