Sicklings

Went to work  to care for sicklings, and came home to...

A sick husband.  Poor guy works himself to sickness.  Good thing Dr. L has a RN by his side. 

A baby with a tooth, her first one, and yes it is just as exciting to me as it was when my first baby got his first tooth.  Though I am sure if you ask me that tomorrow after she has nursed all day, I won't be as excited about that little pearly white in her mouth.  Girlfriend does this crazy jaw clamp, I refer to her as "granny without her teeth" when she does this.  Now with that tooth, well it could be dangerous for me.

My Kippy looking terrible.  As soon as I stepped foot in the door, P said "he needs you, he just misses his mommy." Without even feeling his forehead I could tell littleman was sick, his eyes said it all.  103 degree fever, and lethargic as can be.  I hate to see my kids sick.  Scooped him up right then and didn't put him down until bedtime.  Poor guy.

My Rykiebear just enthusiastic to see me, and tell me about a new kid in his class who isn't his friend yet, but "he is cool cause he likes dinosaurs and his name is Charlie."

Tomorrow is my day off which I shall spend loving on sicklings of my own, and taking Jovie to her well child checkup (1 month late)...any guesses on her height and weight at 7 months?