We're in sick baby lock-down...

I think I can see the light, though. It's been a rough week. Mils has been down for the count with a nasty chest and head cold. She's still sweet and funny and pretty spunky, but the nights are tough and her face is chapped from all the running and wiping of fluids.

We rallied on Thursday for a great Thanksgiving roadtrip to the Greers. She loves turkey and mashed potatoes (who doesn't, especially when cooked by Grandma?). We've been in the house ever since...watching waaayyy more football than is normal. Christopher's been taking great care of everyone, though, so it was a small price for us to pay for some TLC.

Here they are enjoying a cranberry snack and watching some sort of college football spectacular.