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!