Well it's been an interesting sort of week. Grandpa Frosty got into a bicycle accident late last week and has been in the hospital with a broken collar bone and 4 broken ribs. They'll let him come home when he's not in danger of contracting pneumonia. Grandma Rhonda has an abscessed tooth and is scheduled to go in for a root canal next week. In the meantime she's been downing the painkillers. I came down with the stomach flu yesterday and so I've bee kind of out of the picture. Bill brings Maggie to me when it's time for her to eat. And Bill left for DC for a conference, where it's safely disease free and he can sleep an entire night through.
And Maggie is wonderful. She's teaching herself to army crawl little by little. She's blowing raspberries and making gurgling baby noises all the time. And she's completely unaffected by the whole household being in sort of dire straights. Hopefully she'll stay that way. All I need is a sick baby on my hands too. What a little ray of sunshine though. Makes you feel better just to look at her.
