Coughy

On Friday afternoon, the lady who watches Elijah during the day called me at work. She was slightly worried about the fact that he kept crawling under the chair to take naps. This is definitely not like him, so I left work early to see him with my own eyes and make sure everything was ok. Turns out, he was just tired from all the coughing and all the non-sleeping, but it felt good to be with him when he was feeling so yucky.

Elijah spent the weekend doing much of the same...coughing and not sleeping very well. But! Dan and I were still able to get out on Friday night while my friend Debra stayed with the little man. Aaahhhhh, it was so nice. Saturday night Dan made us a yummy Valentine's Day dinner that we enjoyed in candlelight after Elijah was in bed: steak, salmon, baked potato and salad. We actually made it to church yesterday because the speaker was the person who married us almost three years ago.

A quick, super funny story.. When I picked Elijah up at daycare on Friday, one of the little girls who also goes there who is probably around four years old came up to me as I was putting his coat and shoes on. She said, "Are you Elijah's grandma?" UHHhhhh! Whoa! One day I'm told I look like I'm 18 and the next day I'm called a grandma!

I have some cute Elijah pics on our camera but I haven't downloaded them yet and the camera is just so far away. Sorry, I'm a slacker. Soon, I promise. Until then, here are some really ancient, really funny ones..


Dan at 6 months old. Check out the neck rolls! I wonder if he tripped over those things while trying to crawl.


Little Dan at 2 1/2...sooo cute!


Apparently Dan was much more cooperative with the hair cuts than Elijah is. Wow, that is some nice wallpaper.


Little me, doing my favorite thing...eating!


My dad holding me (I wish his face hadn't been clipped out) when I was probably about 2. I think my smile and eyes in this pic look identical to Elijah's (see second pic from top in previous post).


I must have been writing an important letter to Santa.


This is one of my favorite photos of all time. That's my dad, stepmom, little brother and me when I was in high school. I love the repulsed and disgusted look on my face in contrast with my brother's carefree, happy one...and GEEZ MEGAN, roll those pants up just a little higher.


WHOA.