happy monday

they're just the silliest

how are you? henry and i are still willing our immune systems to kick up the power, because our hacking coughs are hanging on for dear life, and we've become little night wanders over the deal. i hate, hate, hate the sound of his cough echoing through the monitor at night. protective mama bear, i guess, but i am utterly offended at the nerve of that virus racking his little body, interrupting his night and leaving lingering eye matter in his lashes each morning. adios, spring colds. we're going to pretend you're not getting us down, because we've got hot season tickets to the pool across the street, and you know we won't be letting a few coughs keep us from pounding a million laps in the kiddie pool for the next two months. check back for a dozen pictures of my butter ball in his one-piece.