Alas, no. Our poor birthday boy spent his (and Daddy’s) big day battling a respiratory infection.
Rilla attempts to muster up some birthday excitement, but Wonderboy isn’t buying.
Ah well, it was a snuggly birthday instead of an energetic one. "Hey kid, what do you want for your birthday?" "Antibiotics!"
Our big ole three-year-old is doing much better today. And our 38-year-old is fabulous.
This Ain’t One of My More Coherent Entries
And suddenly it was June.
Fun Fun Fun
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