So, cranky tired sick kids are no fun no matter who you are. As we frantically searched for Zach's bottle, Sophie whined to the point that I thought my ears were going to fall off my head. And then it appeared. And Sophie whined some more - and rather than save her from her distress, I did what any reasonable unloving mother would do - I grabbed my camera and took pictures. Zach's bottle attached itself to Sophie's hair. Babcia Morphet and I laughed. I mean really laughed. Poor Sophie. I think we are setting her up for a life in politics, just like the Clintons did to Chelsea.
Anyhow - good news - Zach said a few words - he said "moo", "baa", and pretended to snore. We are so excited that he said these few words again - we haven't heard them in quite awhile. HURRAY ZACH! Go Z Go!
Anyhow - good news - Zach said a few words - he said "moo", "baa", and pretended to snore. We are so excited that he said these few words again - we haven't heard them in quite awhile. HURRAY ZACH! Go Z Go!
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