My sweet boys are both sick. They sounded like dueling coughing machines last night. I didn’t know who to tend to first. They seem to be getting better gradually but right now they are at the phlegmy, coughing, snotting stage. It’s grossness around here.
Here they are playing in a plastic box. Actually, they are fighting over the green ball. Oliver is quite obsessed with balls (“ball” was the first word he ever said at 7 months old). If he sees one he just has to have it. It’s an uncontrollable urge. Someday he might really enjoy that ball pit at Ikea!
Well, we miss you Daddy. Day 5 without you and the time is slowly creeping by. Come back soon and play with us!
