We already have our first illness of the year. It turns out it's just your common cold, but at about 4 a.m. Colin was pretty sure it would be the death of him. The drama of it all included much of our household being awake before the sun and a few of us seeking alternate sleeping arrangements by daybreak.
Having your week start out like that makes it a long one. Noone got a decent night's sleep so by the time we'd made it all the way to bedtime this evening poor Tara just didn't have it in her to try to put on a Happy Face anymore. Here's a rare glimpse of how she Really feels during this whole teething dilemma. Poor baby.
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