Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Sick Days

Livy and I have caught terrible colds and are lying low this week.  This is what that looks like:

It ain't pretty, but it'll do.

Snuggly baby?  Check.  Her favorite book, Mermaids on Parade (a gift from Mrs. Miller that Livy begs for all day long)?  Check.  Bed head?  Check.  Blanket made out of recycled Crown Royal bags (a gift from my miscreant uncle who personally emptied each and every bag)? Check.

And we're off!

Go team!

Sadly, we'll be here all week!


Dad Solo said...

You must really be sick if you're too weak to lift a comb!

I covet that blanket mightily, I'll tell you.

Christina said...

He has a twin-sized Crown Royal coverlet on his guest bed, too. Also, he was missing quite a few teeth for about a year. He's THAT uncle.

I think you two would get along like a house afire.

Also, you should announce to your readers that your real first name is Han.

Dad Solo said...

Did it really take you until the first anniversary of my blog to get that reference?

No, of course not. You've been holding that one in your back pocket for a long time, I bet.

Christina said...

nice work slipping your blogaversary casually into conversation, solo. classy.

sidebar: livy lost her sheeeeeeit at the jack black episode of yo gabba gabba the other day. then she did it again during the rerun today. it's got to be the beards - yours, santa's, jack's. you're going to have to shave if you ever want to be her friend. you're going to have to rethink your dated love of saxophone solos if you ever want to be mine.