My child may not be so lucky.

She woke up this morning with a fever, so I know that I should have some sympathy for her. But, my God. I think she's still trying to recover from the San Diego trip, but she's all Daddy all the time and, as it turns out, Daddy works.

Her first temper tantrum of the day started as Andiclaus was walking out the door and lasted for 45 minutes. 45 minutes of back arching, kicking, throwing, hitting tears. Over what, you ask? She was mad that I threw away my lunch trash instead of letting her play with it. Kill me now.

In any case, she's down for a nap at this point and I will be damned if I am going to get her out of that crib one second before her scheduled naptime is over.

I guess I should tell you what's been going on at the North Pole. Time for bullets!

• The flight to San Diego was every bit as bad as I expected. My sweet girl bit me at one point! (The nerve!) But the trip back was infinitely better, as there was an empty seat next to me. Shout out to everyone who convinced me to throw my general food rules out the window for the duration of the flight. So what if she ate half a box of Goldfish crackers? I'm sure the sodium will work its way out of her system by her next doctor's appointment in September.
• Baby shower in San Diego was AWESOME! And I ate TONS of gorgonzola in these tasty little potatoes (a caterer threw the shower) and didn't even worry about the baby. (With Alliclaus, I used to crave huge Greek salads. I would eat them, with all their feta, and then cry for days, convinced I had killed her with listeria. Hormones.) Plus it was wonderful to see Memo and family. I think I came the farthest, but there was no prize or anything for that. Unless you count being repeatedly asked, "You FLEW here for a BABY shower?" as a prize.
• Attention San Diego and Las Vegas readers: Heather from Peanut Photography is a close family friend of Memo and Sarah and was at the shower. We had met previously (and I have admired her work), but had never spent much time talking before. Her kids are 25 months apart, so we had stuff to talk about and it was nice to meet another mom friend. Additionally, it pays to have a cute kid. The last day we were in San Diego, Heather asked if she could photograph Alliclaus. Of course I said yes. The photos were amazing. I'll have to figure out if there's a way for me to post some of them. She works from Vegas, but does beach sessions in San Diego a couple times a year.
• My carpal tunnel has kicked in earlier with this pregnancy than it did with the last one and finishing my myriad baby blankets (three of which are for babies already born!) is becoming more difficult. It sucks. The end.
• I guess maybe I never really said it here before, but I am going to BlogHer next weekend. I am very excited to sit down with Sarah and figure out which sessions we'll attend. Also, to go see Wicked again (we're bringing the spouses this time). Last time I saw it, I was pregnant with Alliclaus. Maybe my kids will just know a good story from their uterine exposure.
• Speaking of just knowing, Sarah and I have one of those weird friend "things" where we say people "just know" fill-in-the-blank. It started when my high school dance teacher said, in front of Sarah, that I "just know tap." I'm not a tapper, but I follow directions well. So the basics aren't a big deal for me. I guess that's what she meant. It turns out, though, that Alliclaus just knows aunties. She had a general distrust of everyone except my mom, who she just spent tons of time with less than three weeks ago. But when she saw Memo and Sarah, she immediately went to them, in spite of the fact that she hasn't seen Memo since Christmas. She knows who brings the fun, I guess.

I'm sure there was more stuff I wanted to tell you guys, but seriously, we're 45 minutes into the nap at this point and? I have to do homework!