However, since small children happen to be walking (or waking) versions of Murphey's Law, my youngest spawn did wake up at 3:20 in the morning crying for his Ellie.
She is a Very Important Elephant in his life, though I'm not sure why he felt that my Nyquil night was a good time to lose her in his crib.
In my drowsy, drugged state, I felt a little like a pinball bouncing from wall to wall as I made my way across the house to his room.
Murphey's Law of course was also in effect in that I only get sick when Josh is away.
But I forgave Derek for waking me.
Mostly because this is his face:
And I happen to find it irresistible.
And he likes to bring me
He's an avid dandelion blower.
And did I mention his face?
Yep. That's the one.
Despite the wake-up, I was feeling much better this morning, and slowly I'm getting back to normal.
But I might just take one more dose of Nyquil tonight, just to be safe.
Have I ever mentioned how much Josh loves that stuff?
It probably stems from his mother being a drug pusher.
But love it he does. I'm surprised he didn't take it with him, just in case.
I think Nyquil is one of his love languages.
In other news, my children are impossible to photograph together.
It turns into some sort of WWE event.
And it always makes me laugh to see how Derek doesn't exactly look like the little brother when Alex holds him.
Just like the good 'ole days.
And that's all I've got for you on this Thursday edition of Wordless Wednesday with Words.