Uhg.

That's how we're all feeling.  Mim's had a cough for almost a month now (after several doctor visits, we now have some antibiotics to help with a possible bacterial sinus infection), we found out last Monday that I have walking pneumonia, and Mike's starting to feel sick. 

Not our best week ever.

However, it's made me feel grateful for a lot of things that I take for granted a lot.

Like moms and mother-in-laws who take Mim for the day so I can sleep and rest
And medicine (especially Theraflu)
And the fact that for the most part, we're pretty healthy people.  This is probably the sickest I've ever been, not counting morning sickness (which was the worst because it lasted 5 months)

So, now I've counted my blessings I can get better, right?

Labor Day

So, Mike and I didn't have any huge plans for Labor Day- pretty much yard work, hang out, and barbecue at my parent's- but it was such a perfect weather day that we went to the park.  Mim and I go to the park all the time; we live less than a block away.  But today when we went there was a spare adult to take pictures!  Not that we took many- it's more fun to watch with your eyes, after all.

She loved climbing up and through and down everything.  And she loves slides.  Can you tell? 

A first

Mim loves to color.  I usually break out the coloring book and crayons at least once a day.  I thought I was being really smart, only giving her 2 or 3 crayons at a time- so she wouldn't be able to secret any away and surprise me with murals like this.  Turns out, I need to pay more attention when I know she actually has crayons.  She was laying on the floor in the living room, coloring in her book, while I watched a show and folded laundry.  I was really into it, I guess.  I looked over and the coloring book was still there, but Mim and crayons were gone.  I was lucky, I suppose, that it was only in one little spot in her bedroom and not all down the halls and everywhere.  I just laughed when I saw- it was totally my own fault.
Here she is beside her handiwork:

  It's hard to see, but it's on the wall by her stacking cup she's holding.

Ah, ma petite artiste.