Daddy down

Dave got the flu just when we thought the house was clean. He somehow managed to heal himself in 24 hours and ran back to work – a wise decision.
Remy projectile spit up today after Tess’ naps got interrupted – two of them. She cut another tooth today, which I have learned means its buddy will come in soon too. I managed to get in a half an hour of yoga ALONE today, so I can’t really complain, but wow.

Tess is a wriggly, giggly crawling toddler. Stella, our cupboards and drawers, our feet and pants are no longer safe. It also means our daughter’s ability to entertain herself just grew exponentially.