Okay, so yesterday I was a little crazy. Husband came home and made dinner and made me feel a lot better. He is a good guy, that guy I married. 

Every time I say, "ow" while trying to hobble through the house Eric says "Poor mommy! I love you!." and every time I smile. He's a sweet boy. 

If I am going to be outnumbered by boys in my house, at least they are sweet ones. Most of the time anyway. 

This one pushing my ribs and hip at the same time is probably sweet too. I am just so uncomfortable to see it, lol.