This is from back when he was a new baby.
And this was this weekend. He is of course much bigger, but his face looks quite similar. He is still very cute. But he didn't wear glasses when he was tiny :-).
I would like to say that his birthday was a nice day, but in fact -- it wasn't. Because we have an illness. Almost everyone is sick with a cold or something of that ilk. The 3 littles have all been sick, and that means the 3 littles have all been horribly cranky. It has been hard around here. And by hard, I don't mean frightening. No one is dangerously ill. No one is dying. No one is going blind. (I was re-reading By the Shores of Silver Lake by Laura Ingalls Wilder, which starts out with Laura's sister Mary going blind.) So you know, it isn't a huge deal. But the screaming and wailing and fussing are challenging.
I sort of wonder if Rose has an ear infection as she's not been sleeping well for her naps, and she tugged on her ear once while crying. However, studies show antibiotics don't always even help so we'll see how she does today. If she is a mess tomorrow, I might take her in. She slept through the night fine, thankfully. She's not eating all that well, either -- a bit worrisome as she's a small person. But I'm counting wet diapers and she's got them, so we're Ok.
So that's us. Sick. Not badly. Happy birthday, Daniel. You are precious!
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