This past weekend I haven’t been feeling well and spent most of the weekend in bed recuperating while my husband held the title of Mr. Mom. He has spent the whole weekend taking care of our small person and I would occasionally check on them when I would come downstairs for water or food. One particular trip downstairs I noticed my hubby looking a few strings short of being completely unraveled. He looks over and smiles at me and says, “Things are going great.” I surveyed the room covered with every toy our little C owns, and looking at her crazy hair I can only assume she piled her lunch in her hair piece by piece. Here is a shot of her crazy hair:
I know it was hard on him but I am much appreciated the rest and I am sure after this weekend he is ready to turn it back over to me. The last picture is Chloe visiting me in bed reading a Victoria Secret pamphlet to me.
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