You can tell the kids are better because they're back to fighting and bickering with each other all day. Once again, our walls ring with "Stop touching me!," "Stop following me!," and "Stop looking at me!" How long before they're sick again? ;)
(Faith asleep on the floor, in quieter, sicker days)
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
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