Sesame has been hit the hardest, poor girl. She's teething*, coughing up a storm, trying to survive her first cold, sporting a bruised leg from two shots at the doctor yesterday and recovering from the bloody nose she got after banging her face on a chair.
|She wants you to know she climbed in there all by herself. She was SO PROUD.|
In other news, (segway! segway!) talking about Christopher looking like a drowned rat reminds me of our ice skating date a few weeks ago.
He's got his hand in his pocket, looking as relaxed as if he just spent the day at the beach. Then there's me, holding onto the side for dear life. Any time I wasn't holding on I was stumbling around with all the grace and elegance of a drunk donkey. I've said it before and I'll say it again- Christopher is a lucky man to be seen with me in public.