My little baby has a cold. Poor fella. He woke up at 11, at 1, at 6. He gets even more precious when he's sick.
After our sleepless night, we spent the early morning in the quiet. Playing.
A three hour nap was followed by lunch on the couch.
While watching a little bit of Toy Story.
Pajamas stayed on until well after noon, mine included.
A few moments were spent "reading" books.
Feeling better, we moved outside to enjoy a glass of ice water, infused with last night's table arrangement. His idea, not mine.
At 2pm I put on my jeans (for the first time since May). Thought it was a nice way to ring in September.
Along with making chocolate chip pumpkin muffins.
We are tired. But I can't complain. It was a good day.
And I think Smalls is gonna beat this cold.