Here we go…

You all know that screeching violin sound in movie soundtracks that happens when the killer/monster/alien dramatically reveals itself? That’s what I hear in my head when there’s a note on the sign-in sheet at daycare that says, “There has been a case of the stomach bug in the 3’s classroom.”


My girls are now officially sharing a bedroom. There’s something comforting about knowing that they’re in there together. It is especially sweet walking in there at night to check on them and I can hear each of them breathing. Melts my heart.