Father's Day
We were at the kitchen table, enjoying some Father's Day festivities.
Suddenly, we heard Elisabeth struggling and looked back to see her rolling out of her beanbag chair.
In a flash, Donald was out of his seat and off to rescue his daughter.
Because that's what dads do.
[Donald with 3/4 of his daughters.
As you know, the other one is safely snuggled into that beanbag in the background.]
In other news...
Elisabeth has had a cold.
Yesterday, though, I sensed something more was wrong. As you know, Elisabeth has no way to tell me these things, but having a child that can't communicate has given me extra strong mom instincts (I think). I took her in to the urgent care and sure enough, ear infection + sinus infection.
Poor baby.
