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.
Girl After My Own Heart
It’s Lent, and We’re No Longer Green
The Ancient Greeks in Thirteen Words
Keeping Calm During the Storm
“Some Breezy Open Wherein It Seemeth Always Afternoon”