Gotta Love Daddy

The boys and Daddy are out and about this afternoon. I'm doing some work, which is part of why they are out. I'd really like a nap (hey, everyone is entitled to a dream!), but I need to do some work and last week was a bust for working with a house full of sick, snotty noses. Okay, okay...only 2 snotty noses, with the worst one being mine.

Liam has been a crabby little man the last couple of days. If you have a guess as to why, feel free to post in the commentary, but our current list on that is:

• overtired (this is definitely a problem, but is it the root cause or the side effect?)
  
• teeth
• ears (please, dear God, I hope not)
• weaning and separation anxiety
• just plain grumpy and telling us about it
• problems with the goats milk we are trying out
• any combination of the above

He's been up and down for 48 hours now, without much solid sleep. Ray and I are getting desperate.

I also had a long run this morning. 15 km, for those who are interested. Ray had the joy of hanging out here with the boys while I ran.

I'm telling you all of this to let you know the order of magnitude of my gratitude towards my husband for taking our children out for the afternoon.

Go Daddy!

Well, off to write and earn.