admiring the feast
sweet potato girl
Uncle Jon and Daddy
Our lovely holiday was cut short by a wicked cold that came suddenly Friday night. We think she must have caught something on Wednesday when we were down in NYC for yet another doctor visit. We were all up during the night, distressed, frantically flipping through "The Baby Book", and generally upset. I don't think we have ever been up that often, even when she was a newborn! (Don't remember? Blocked it out? Possibly... but I really don't think so!) Anyways, it's been 3 long nights and days but hopefully this bad cold is on it's way out the door. My poor lamb has really been feeling rotten, but at least that means extra close snuggles in bed.
Here is Millie petting The Bear on a happier day: