Biscuit Making and Roseola

Here's my little biscuit maker.  A happy mother-daughter-matching-apron moment, amongst all of those mother-daughter-someone-might-loose-an-eye moments.

And here's poor Wyatt on day 4 (of 5!) of the roseola virus.  Poor little guy!  Such a high fever.  He hasn't ever been that sick.  He would sit on my lap sucking his thumb, then slide down to play, walk around for a few minutes, and then come back and lay his head on my lap.  But he's back to his screechy, dirt-digging self now!