At this moment I would kill for a sick day. Like the ones I could take before kids. I remember when I would take a whole day and just sleep when I was sick. These days I would be happy if I could just get a couple of hours of sleep. My currant fantasy is being home alone for 24 hours with a bottle of Nyquil. If you hadn't figured it out, I have a nasty cold that was given to me by my adorable little germ carriers. Fortunatly the brunt of my cold came after Christmas. We managed to have a nice holiday. In fact, it was kind of great. Henry was beyond awesome. He was so excited about everything. And Alex was just as adorable as ever. I am just going to let photos do the talking. I don't have the brain power for anything else.
Pretend Alex's eyes are open.
I promise Henry was just tired from playing in the park. He looks so miserable. Don't let that face deceive you, he had a good Christmas. We all did.