Cuddling with a half-eaten Pop Tart
/
We have been sick nearly non-stop since October or November. And while I think we're finally entering healthy land, Robs is struggling today. I *think* it's just allergies, but I'm not positive. Especially after he passed out on the floor this morning.
Yes, that is a Pop Tart. I know they're not the healthiest things, but it was a special treat. Plus Pop Tarts are his love language. If your kid's love language was quality time, I wouldn't tell you to cut him off from that. So there's that.
Please pray that the kids would be healthy as the grandparents arrive on Thursday so we can go to our church's marriage retreat. We had to go a day later than planned last year due to a little guy with a high fever, and while I don't think we'll postpone it this year (since Momma Bear is more comfortable with leaving a two-year-old with a runny nose than I was a one-year-old with a fever), it would help me relax to know that he's feeling fine and having a blast without us!
And now it's time to get off the computer and transfer a little sleeping man to his bed.
(Why, yes, I did just take pictures, upload them, and write this post with him asleep on the floor.)
Yes, that is a Pop Tart. I know they're not the healthiest things, but it was a special treat. Plus Pop Tarts are his love language. If your kid's love language was quality time, I wouldn't tell you to cut him off from that. So there's that.
Please pray that the kids would be healthy as the grandparents arrive on Thursday so we can go to our church's marriage retreat. We had to go a day later than planned last year due to a little guy with a high fever, and while I don't think we'll postpone it this year (since Momma Bear is more comfortable with leaving a two-year-old with a runny nose than I was a one-year-old with a fever), it would help me relax to know that he's feeling fine and having a blast without us!
And now it's time to get off the computer and transfer a little sleeping man to his bed.
(Why, yes, I did just take pictures, upload them, and write this post with him asleep on the floor.)