Missed Friday. Almost missed today. Oops.
Riley is fighting a cold, or what I'm hoping is just a cold, although hope is fading as this afternoon he spiked a mini-fever. And the coughing! Oh, the coughing. Before I toddle off to bed, I need to lay out the ibuprofen and the water bottle and the thermometer and put blankies on the couch in case the need for middle-of-the-night nursing arises.
My dad is here this weekend. The relationship I have with my dad and the relationship he has with Maddie and Riley are worth posts unto themselves, but my general sentiment about having him around is the same one I had about my mom's visit the other night: this is why I moved back to Oregon.