You'd be proud of me! (I sound like Juj when I say that.)
I did refrain from pounding my fists and pouting my bottom lip at those darn spikey temps that poked around at us these last few days. I acted like a responsible mommy and sang the "Hallelujah" chorus or hummed "Silent Night" when I felt like "all was [NOT] calm"..."or bright."
We're back in the high life again!
Norah is her giggly, smiley self. And, she's back to her peaceful nighttime slumber---7p to 7a.
It's undeniable that we've met our quota in the sick department this year. But I can put that behind us. Soaking up today's warm rays was just what the doctor ordered. Mother Nature is sure taking a turn for the best. I'm pretty sure all our efforts are paying off. There are no more runny noses to blow or wipe. No more aches and pains. Just a lot of bright sun, fresh breezes, and wrestling with daddy.
Even though this little guy got all the camera time, rest assure that all 4under3 gave daddy their best shot.