"If you don't see the book on the shelf, write it." ~ Beverly Cleary
I’ve never hidden the fact that I adore Barry. He’s patient, kind, funny, handsome, and is my very best friend. But the level of adoration that I have for my husband, is surpassed by how much Maggie loves her papa. They’re like two little peas in a pod: laughing together at silly things, doing belly flops on beds, dancing when their food tastes good, hugging, blowing kisses and just leaving a trail of cute-ness wherever they go. See what I mean?
Yo.
I know, I know.
Last night Barry informed me that I haven’t blogged since the 5th of June. I don’t think I realized that it’d been that long and there really hasn’t been much to write about.
We went to San Diego for a week. It was the vacation that wasn’t.
Because Maggie and I got sick and this is what we pretty much looked like for the week we were gone:
Being sick on vacation isn’t cool, but having your child be sick on vacation should be in the “Worst Case Scenario” book.
We’re still getting over it – coughing, blowing noses, etc.
Being sick in June should be illegal.
It probably is in some states.
For the few hours it was sunny this weekend, we did this:
We’re getting ready to kick it back in to regular gear.
Just let us blow our noses a few more times and we’ll be ready to go.
Have you heard avocado facials help?
Because Maggie seems to think they do.
