After a relaxed and gorgeous weekend, our Monday is off to a rough start. It's gray, rainy and Cole is ill.
Last week we all traveled so Peter left his car at work. As we prepared to drop Peter off at work this morning, Cole lost her breakfast all over me, the driveway, and the items in my hands. Now the peanut is sleeping and I'd say we're in for a mellow day. I'm praying against the stomach bug because I don't know if I can do it again. I'm hoping it was just a fluke.