Poor K woke up feeling so icky this morning that he didn't want to get out of his crib. Even when TZ framed it as, "Hey, K, do you want to go and look for candy with me?" my poor baby could only mumble miserably, "I'm too sick." So we knew he wasn't faking it. After three more hours of sleep, he woke up, had a waffle, and was almost his usual self for the rest of the day.I myself am feeling not-so-great after a day of stuffing Easter chocolates into my mouth when the kids weren't looking.
And finally, it turns out that my firstborn has been up to quite a lot during the weeks leading up to Easter:
