Sick. Again. Oh, wait, and again.

My dear Super T,
You've made your momma so sick too often! Ok, it's not really your fault but I think we keep passing our germs back and forth that you catch in the gym child care room. I was sick in April with strep throat, sick in May with the flu (minus barfing), and sick now in June with laryngitis. I have come to expect to recover from this then get sick again in a few weeks. I guess the first year as a parent is like this from what I hear. I always worried about you getting sick but never thought about me getting sick! This is like my first year of teaching when I had strep throat four times!

Oh well, Darling, it's okay. I want you to get better. Dads is calling you "Snot Fang" because you have fangs of snot coming out your nose. You poor little thing. You've been sleeping like a drugged rock star though. I think the little cry it out that we did helped you connect CRIB+DARK=SLEEP. Dads and I have gotten some good sleep lately. Knock on wood we hope it lasts!

It was our first family outing at the pool last Friday. You love the water and are very curious about it. You started crawling into the deeper waters, would get splashed, then rethink it. Everyone loves your signature crawl; one foot, one knee. It's so stinkin' cute. YOU are so stinkin' cute.

You're getting sassy and talking a lot. Last night you pointed your finger at me and babbled something very important. Quite impressive.