Sunday, July 15, 2012

Recovery

One morning last week, Noah woke up not feeling well.
Little boy in a big bed


I settled him on the couch in front of the TV and told the boys not to touch each other. We didn't want to spread the germs around.

Guess who's sick.

I came back a few minutes later to find them "not touching each other."



Which is why--as soon as Noah was feeling better--they both headed for the shower...

They love piling on the rug and "disappearing" afterward. Where'd those boys go now??

And in no time, Noah was back to normal.

Well, at least normal for a 4-year-old boy... (yes, that's pizza dough)

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