Z's energy level is boundless. Nap or no nap, sunshine or bitter cold, she just keeps going and going and going.
Kind of like her baby sister's nose. It keeps running and running and running. We made it exactly three weeks between colds, which in my mind is not nearly long enough. The drippy nose, together with teething drool and the constant blowing of raspberries and sticking out the tongue mean that my baby girl's one very leaky faucet.
So yes, I'm exhausted. But I'm also a bit exhilarated. This weekend I saw a play, baked pretzels from scratch and started setting up our just-finished basement (IKEA and Complete Construction, I love you).
I've got more exciting news to share later this week, so stay tuned.
