Mila Monday

241 + 143 + 10 weeks

My fuzzy boy doesn't feel very good. He's had a fever and cough off and on since yesterday, so he's spent most of the day sleeping.

When he is awake, though, he's all smiles and coos. I'm worried--because when my babies are sick I can't help but worry--but I'm not too worried.

As for the big ones, they turned the giant bear into a slide.

Between the jumping and somersaulting and knocking each other onto a pile of pillows, it's been a nonstop screaming-laughter-fest in their bedroom for at least half an hour now. They can be so awful to each other sometimes, but when they play together well? It's like magic.

Loud, crazy, best sister friends ever magic.

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I know I said the blog would be moving and...well, obviously it didn't. I must've jinxed things because my web host people were scrambling to fix some major server issues all last week. If all goes well, we'll be at the new site by Friday, but I'm not gonna hold my breath. I'm anxious to move but there's really no rush. Either way, I'm glad you're here.