My Photo Stream is brimming with selfies of Jack:
Cooper is finally feeling like himself (after we went to the doctor for a strep test, a booster flu shot for Dorothy and a bemused what-the-freaking-hell-are-you-people-doing-here-again Justavirus diagnosis) again, but holy cats was he whiny this morning.
By the time Little Gym was over and he was crying because he wanted to sit at a random small table and eat some other kid's popcorn crumbs, I was ready to run away from home. And it was only 11:00.
But then he plopped down in the Adirondack chair outside the gym and happily held his little sister on his lap and counted rocks. I LOVE HIM SO MUCH.
COOOOOKIES. (Mine are only 94 calories/cookies because I make them smaller).
Sadly, Dorothy woke up after only 39 minutes of sleep (ROBO BABY), and she was totally happy and refreshed with the most adorable fuzzy bed head and rosy little cheeks.
Dorothy decided to trash the nonbreakable cabinets while I cleaned the kitchen and climbed Mount Laundry.
They were happy like this for 20 minutes. GENIUS.