We were not. Sleeping, that is.
Which is the case lately. But this kid seems to have profound things to say in high shrieks and squeals. At 2am.
Frankly, my stomach hurts. And I feel strange.
As in, possible stomach flu strange? Or on-the-verge-of-a-migraine strange. Or. Just 2am and I want to be asleep strange. So I am, naturally, taking pictures and blogging about it. Isn’t that what you would do if you were feeling disgusting and exhausted? No?
Emil just ripped a dandy handful of hair out of my head…
… so why is HE the one who looks so offended???