This is my poor sick baby. Shortly after I took this picture yesterday, Connor planted himself on the couch. He curled up in a ball and zoned out. I know he was feeling bad... it takes a lot to slow him down, much less stop him. He had a little fever. He and Clara have been passing a cold back and forth, and I guess this viral strain was a touch too rough for him. Poor baby. Today he is more like himself. He is at least playing a little in between cuddles with me.
This was my surprise from Clara earlier this week. I heard her giggle and looked around to see her seated on "Connor's" motorcycle. She likes to push it around and push the noisy buttons on it, but this is the first time she's gotten on it. She was very proud of herself!