This week, we've entered into, like, our fifth round of sickness in the past two months. Andrew woke up with pink eye and Maxwell just went to bed with a watering eye, a nasty cough, and a whole lot of sniffles. I've been sick for four days and Henry? Well he's just a little smiler and the absolute loudest baby on earth.
Still, I'm ready for springtime- or even just winter without the flu.
Now if you'll excuse me, there's a two-year-old whining "Mommy! Mommy!" while laying by his bedroom door (and Mommy is me).