Recovery

I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't embarrassed about just how much screen time Charlie got today before I forced him to take a nap (because that's what sick kids do, right?). I feel bad about it, but lying on the couch was probably the best place for him anyway, right? RIGHT??

 

 

So this is how I'm spending my evening, screwing around on the interwebs with a plate of freshly baked cookies. Yes, there are four of them. What's it to you?