Hello My Baby....

Emma has recovered from her cold well enough. Sarah is also recovering, but Jessica is well and truly in the middle of it. She came to our bed at 6am this morning coughing and sniffling...But it hasn't affected her ability to talk, though! Man, there's no off button on this girl! From her waking moment to her bedtime, her little high pitched voice is like a Duracell Battery...it goes on...and on..and on!!! The only other time she's quiet is when we have visitors. Then she's quieter than a monk in a monestary just after a vow of silence! No one believes she's a chatterbox. It's like the Bugs Bunny cartoon in which the poor guy finds the frog that sings, "Hello my baby, hello my honey..." when they're alone, but in front of everyone else...zip, nothing, just, "Barooooooup!"

Anyway, looking forward to a nice four-day-long weekend, despite the karaoke equipment finding its way back home again. Damn diligent grandparents!!!

ODD SPOT: In medieval England, beer was often served with breakfast.