Poor, sick Bug. Hoarse voice, big phlegmy cough, flushed little face. And while I'd never wish one of my kids ill, there is the matter of all the extra cuddles, and I'm not going to lie - I like the extra cuddles. And the "carry me, pwease"s and the warm, heavy head that rests on my shoulder for far longer than he'd ever allow these days, were he feeling well.
"no lunch, mama. teddy so tired."
And this one? Not sick, KNOCKWOOD. (We've got traveling to do next week! To someplace warm! With Chick-fil-a and family!) But you know what she is? A total two year old, all of the sudden. Sassy and dramatic and full of "I do mah hat by mah self!" kind of spunk. Is this a babysized glimpse of 13? Wine! Send wine!
hi! welcome to my blog, where i write about our life in durango, colorado. mostly i write about being a sahm to our three: anderson, vivian, and the newest addition, mabel gray (mg, mabes, etc.) yeah, three babies in just under four years. wheeeeeee! sometimes i write about stuff other than the mom stuff. like ... um ... okay, it's pretty much all about the mommyness up in here. i own it.