...sitting next to thankfully happy baby who either has the worst allergies or a case of double pink eye. We'll know in a few hours.
...in the process of drafting up five posts or so simultaneously, but decided to do this one instead because I might actually get around to publishing it today.
...getting more requests for sugar. Between the husband's birthday on Saturday and Mother's Day yesterday, we had plenty of donuts, cupcakes, and ice cream to make Ashlynn remember that sweets do exist and broccoli is bad, bad, bad.
...holding on to the memory of Ashlynn saying "Happy Birthday, Daddy" unprompted after we tucked her in and were walking out of her room on Saturday night. Definitely a moment I felt imprinted on both our hearts forever.