Zayden's turn

Little Z-man was the next target of the nasty virus that's been attacking our home. The poor little fellow tossed, turned, and cried thunderously throughout the night. Despite him waking up at 9pm, 12am, 1:30am, 3:00am, 4:30am, 6:30am, and 8am, Xylie's "Little Buddy" has not lost his resolve to play. As I type, he's exploring his new tool box.

Xylie's bright eyes have returned...a sure sign that she's feeling better. If the absence of her glassy eyed stare was not enough of an indicator of her on-the-mend status, watching her tear into her dress up trunk and performing in a "Xylie show" drove home the point. Still a little moody, she wouldn't cooperate for a photo. Too bad. She looked so cute clad in a cheerleading outfit, high healed clappy shoes, butterfly sunglasses, and holding a microphone. She's learned a few fancy mic techniques from watching American idol.