Today Katie is 314 days old. She's sick and covered in lunch, but still smiling.
The four of us caught a pretty miserable cold and spent the weekend in a sloth-like state. The kids bounced back quick and Sean either contracted a less severe cold or has yet to come down with the brunt of it. I felt beyond horrible and Sean let me take an abundance of naps and I'm starting to feel better after the sleep surplus.
But the weekend wasn't all sleeping. I went through the kids' baby clothes and donated a bunch. And still I weeded them down to two bins of Dylan's baby clothes, one bin of Kate's old clothes, and two bins of stuff they'll grow into. That many clothes.
We also danced.