The next day

When I went to bed last night I couldn't breathe and I couldn't sleep, so after Will moved in beside me I decided to take one Nyquil. I told my husband what I'd done and then fell into a deep sleep.

I haven't slept that well in a long time. And I feel a lot better, emotionally speaking. The good part about parenting is that you get another chance to figure it out and do things better the next day. And it's always a million times harder when you and the child are both sick.

Anyway, a couple of pictures from yesterday of a very serious baker:


Maybe not always so serious: