This morning I exchanged a few emails with my dad about our baby naming adventures.
The strep throat seeped into Steve’s body this morning and he’s been laying in bed all day, moaning and writhing and asking me to dip a wash cloth in cool water for him to drape across his forehead.
Happy Birthday to my baby girl! I can’t believe what a whirlwind the past year has been.
At long last, some sun! Avelyn helped Steve do some work on the deck.
My dad is an avid long-distance runner and has been sporting the requisite singlet and booty shorts with slits up to his armpits for almost 40 years. He makes me so proud.
Avelyn and I are in Regina at my parents’ house for a few days. My mom had been experiencing grandchild withdrawl so she flew the both of us out here so she could get her Avelyn fix.