Oh, hi. I spent the weekend stuck in the house with two feverish children. And my in-laws. And the two aforementioned feverish children, in case you missed that previous, uh, aforemention. That I mentioned. Afore.
That means you're in for a THRILLING post today. Seriously, buckle up, and try to keep up with all the different plot points I'm going to throw at you via The Only New Photos I Have To Post Where Nobody's Nose Is Running And/Or A Seriously Pissed-Off Teething Baby Is Not Wailing At The Camera:
This is Ezra sitting up on his own. He rarely needs the crash pillow anymore. Not that he ever actually falls in the direction of the crash pillow. Usually he just aims for whatever pointy, unyielding object is nearby.
And OMG, it's a slightly different angle of photo, taken less than 30 seconds later!
I just don't want you guys to miss a THING that goes down around here, is all.
AND THEN HE TOOK THE BOOK OUT OF HIS MOUTH!
BET YOU DIDN'T SEE THAT ONE COMING.
Whew. That was exciting. Almost as exciting as the new front door handle Jason installed this weekend. Because the other one broke! And then just like that, we had a new one! And it only required THREE trips to Home Depot! I mean, by Ikea standards, that's one damn successful undertaking.
In conclusion: teeth, fevers, in-laws, door handle. I am also a little hungover. Here is a photo of me looking terrible:
And that about brings you up to speed. The end.