Bugs

This picture is 98% Jon.  Brown eyes are mine - so I guess there's that.  And he wouldn't wear flowers on his cardi.  (and he wouldn't say cardi.)

He has some strong genes, that husband of mine.  Good thing he's so handsome.

Ever's most used nickname these days is Bugga Wug.  I believe that, at birth, mothers gain the right to make up cutesy nicknames for each of their children.  Owen started calling her that too.  (He also calls her sweetie pie and Ever bug.  And EEVVVER!!!  nonononononononononononono!  But I don't think that last one is because of me.)

Our little bug picked one up recently and has spent the last few days sneezing (in triplicate - is that genetic too?) and rubbing her little red eyes.  Few things are the same combination of sad and funny as a baby with swollen eyes and snot covered eyebrows.  Then their hair starts sticking up all strangely and gets all crunchy.  Soon their entire upper body is covered with a thin layer of dried mucus.  (Side note...I had 13 dried tissues in my pockets yesterday.)

Yet somehow, when seen through the film of mother sympathy, this only makes them look cuter.(?)   Maybe the extra snuggley-ness plays a role too.

Feel better soon Evie.