So we're having the nicest weather we've had in what feels like eternity. Uncle Andrew came over for the weekend and Super Bowl related french fries. We had big plans.
And guess what?
We all have colds. Well, Andrew has allergies, but whatever. Guthrie is a very sad little girl to be sick. She cries every time she sneezes. It's kind of pathetic. And I mean that in the nicest possible way. All any of us wants to do is sit on the couch and watch tv with blankets -- and maybe have people bring us food.
I'm hoping a low key day today will at least allow us to go for a walk tomorrow and enjoy the sunshine!