Sick. Again.

This poor little girl hasn't had much of a break the last few weeks. Neither has my washing machine, if you know what I mean.


If I could knock-on-wood and type at the same time I would, but so far Liam has been too busy adding to his portfolio of funny faces to get under the weather.


And here is proof that even with all the toy fights and "Sarah bit me!" announcements that are the soundtrack of our lives....there is a glimmer of hope! A blurry one, but who said glimmers were always in focus, anyway? :)