This little tidbit is actually fairly significant--as far as our current household condition goes. The above photograph is of my children being read a story by their father. In fact, Craig said last night (after this occurred) "It has been two weeks since I brushed their teeth." Two weeks indeed. (Anyone familiar witht he rigors of the bedtime routine will understand my state after several days of manning the station single-handedly). But you bet your current jelly that he is brushin' when he's there to brush. They are obviously thrilled with the change of venue (Dad's lap instead of Mom's lack of lap).
On another not-so-cheery front, we've all got colds minus Craig. This is how it went: fever, congestion/green boogs, then a hacking cough. Pictured above is Lucy in the febrile stage.
There you have it. In lieu of "It's a girl!" and "He got the job!" these little snags in our routine will have to suffice while we wait for both a contract and contractions!