Sick Day

Well today isn't going to be very productive on the work front.

It’s like old times with my baby on my lap and I’m trying to mouse around with one arm holding her head up and my back kinked in some sort of awful angle. But you know how it is. When it’s your baby, it’s your baby. It doesn’t even matter that she’s almost six and all arms and legs falling off my lap. I just smell her hair and cherish every moment.

poor sick baby

And hope she’s better by tomorrow so she doesn’t miss her Thanksgiving concert that she was so excited to be in.