You spied me sneaking around the tree and gave me the same look you always do when you see the camera...
That was all a lot of work for my sick self so I laid next to you on the quilt and you played with all your bright, colorful toys.
You got bored of those and wiggled closer for a snuggle.
So I pulled you into my lap and we both examined my black toenails. Your dad loves this color, I worry it makes me look 12.
I was not a very fun mom this weekend. But you did not seem to catch this beast so I am happy. You still laughed and giggled and charmed the hell out of me. I hate Sundays because it means I have to leave you while I go to work.