Well, here we are, stuck at home once more. Becky is on medication now, but I didn't want to freak anyone out with her glowing eye...so we decided to have another sick day.
64/365 (3/5) Poor, Sick Thing
So Becky has spent the day, laying around, being waited on hand and foot.
"I need a drink, Mommy."
"I'm hungry Mommy."
"Change the channel Mommy."
She's definitely channeling diva today. All is I need now is to find my palm frond fan and a bunch of grapes.
And here's the catch up:
We have pretty much the same ritual every morning...which usually involves a tiny bit of yelling and a mad dash to find lost shoes.
In addition, as the kids finish up getting ready for the day, Josh stations himself by the window, having been designated "Official Bus Watcher." His only job, it seems, is to scream "BUS!" as the top of his lungs as the school bus passes by our house. He's got it down.
62/365 (3/3) This Face
Katie got a new little coat and shoes, and I was trying to get a photo of her. Apparently, she has inherited her Dad's aversion to having her photo taken.
Clearly, this photos says to me, "Mom. Enough with the photos."